Day before yesterday neighbor L said, “You got your seams caulked, Joel? It’s really gonna rain.” It was supposed to start Monday but Monday was kind of a bust. Yesterday the rain apologetically made up for lost time.
Didn’t make its usual big deal about it. Ian told me he’d had to abort a trip to town because the wash was flowing but that was way downstream from here: The big N/S wash flows four times for every one time ours does. It never blew or thundered much except for a little bit right after sundown. Mostly it just rained. And rained. It was Tuesday and I didn’t expect to go anywhere or see anybody so when I got up I dressed in a fashion befitting that expectation, which is to say hardly at all. But by eleven I was wearing woolies: The temperature never did get into the seventies. Woke this morning to find that, just for variety, it had rained a lot overnight.
Don’t think I’ll be watering the trees today. But I will bring the trailer to shit-shoveling because I’d rather haul away four days’ worth of backbreaking mud than seven. The sun’s shining at the moment so there’s no excuse. Open the gate and abandon hope, it’s time to go to work now.
Yes, but you never answered the question; “You got your seams caulked, Joel?”.
Never entirely…
Is it work party time with your neighbors? Caulking outside and in with intense focus on the ceiling and floor seams, coating the OSB with polyurethane, then wrapping the entire structure with Tyvek to make it wind and waterproof and insulated until you decide what the final exterior “look” will be.
Someone mentioned that you all could have one heck of a garden with all that horse shit you are shoveling. Scrape out a large basin, fill it with horse shit and a few layers of the sand all around you, let it bake and freeze for a season, fence it, channel water into it with a shallow ditch, and you’re good. So whatever did you decide to do with it?
Zelda,
Do you know what a roll of Tyvek costs? The cabin will get tarpaper under its siding and like it. And I know what I want to do, I just can’t afford to do it. The cheapest wall siding I’ve found is T111, and even with that it’s hundreds of dollars I never seem able to raise.
As for the garden, that’s what I did this past Spring. It came to nothing, but I’ll try again next year.
Joel,
Simply complete the following thought: “If Claire can get a new roof…”
Ben, you said it better than I was going to.
And house wrap and siding for that little building won’t cost even 10% of what Claire’s roof cost.
Yes but Joel you never answered the question of where do you dump the horse shit if not in the football field size bulldozed basin that is the community garden-to-be and fruit tree faciility?
Why, that’s where most of it goes, at least for now. Ian won’t say no to another head-high pile of composting manure. After that, I can think of other out-of-the-way places. It’s not like it’s gonna seep into the ground water.