I had this great thought that I could spend the day indoors. I put on my favorite hoody and even broke out this dumb pair of “lounging pants” I brought home from when I cleaned out J&H’s stuff back in 2015 – it’s like thick fluffy pajamas but with no fly. I never actually wear them, but this looked like a good day to try.
Then I came to my senses: I had to get dressed in any case for chicken chores, plus my building materials were taking up approximately all of the floor space in Neighbor D’s workshop, he’s in the middle of a project, and wouldn’t appreciate my blowing off coming to get the stuff just because it was raining. So it was canvas jeans and longjohns, not lounging pants and Earl Grey.
Turns out it was just as well, but I do wish I hadn’t worn my favorite hoody.
That drumming noise had stopped. I looked out the window to see if the rain was gone…
Not exactly. But the thermometer said it was 37o out, so you know it was just adding to the damp. I bundled up and cleaned off the solar panels, then leashed up Little Bear for my second mistake of the morning…
When there’s a lot of mud, do not take your dog for a walkie on any route involving volcanic ash, okay? Just don’t. And I was shocked at how much mud there was.
Didn’t really realize until I turned around how much rain we’d had…
Yup. Third mistake: Didn’t put the wheelbarrow away.
Anyway, I needed the Jeep trailer for the building materials. Thought at first I’d go to Landlady’s for chicken chores and then come back for the trailer so I didn’t have to tow it through that much mud. But I’d forgotten that the old Jeep seat is still in the trailer. So I brought the trailer to Landlady’s, to put the seat on the pile of stuff waiting to go to the landfill.
Good thing I did that, because otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the road to Neighbor D’s. And then I wouldn’t have seen that impromptu pedestrian.
There’s this older couple, part of the family that bought J&H’s place, and you’d swear at meeting them that they don’t belong here any more than Eva Gabor would. Must be tougher than they look though, because this is their third year and I’ve yet to hear them complain. He gets a lot of work done, too, even though he’s shaped like a basketball and wheezes. And he’s the healthy one. I found him struggling up the hill from where he’d gotten his truck stuck in the terrible mud that forms at this one turn, past the wash crossing. Glad I didn’t try to take the trailer that way.
His wife had a doctor’s appointment they didn’t see fit to reschedule due to weather, and now she was in the truck and he was very slowly and moistly working his way back to his property to get his brother and another 4X4 to pick her up. I offered to help tow the truck, but he just wanted a ride home so he could get his brother. Shooed LB into the back of the Jeep, took my neighbor home, then went to Neighbor D’s through the wash which has much better traction as long as you’re not afraid it’ll flood. It’s been so dry so long that all this water was just dedicating itself to mud-making and nothing was running off yet.
Got the trailer loaded and home without further mishap. The wood and insulation is under the addition now, all safe.
Kind of made a mess, though.
And now I’m going to kick it in my second-favorite hoody, the most favorite being kind of wet and muddy. Looks like it’s going to do this all day, but the chores are done and all’s well as long as the phone doesn’t ring.