Cruise Control, H’s miniature horse, tends to fat and is on an enforced diet. The only way to enforce the diet is to isolate him completely. He is remarkably skilled at getting food from places you wouldn’t think he could. Park the wagon too close to his enclosure and he’ll reach out, grab it, and drag it to where he can see what’s inside. Since that same wagon is also used for hay transport, sometimes the effort pays off.
Hey, you with the shitfork! Come bring this a little closer to the bars, wouldja?
My subconscious is trying to warn me of a cold, wet winter*. It must be, because now that it’s officially no longer summer I’m suddenly nesting for the cold months.
J said he wanted to go to town for gasoline and propane, which was excellent timing because I was just thinking the same thing. Summers I rarely have more than two full propane bottles at a time. A full 7-gallon bottle will last almost two months in summer, far less in winter since I tend to cheat and use the oven for heating. So I like to start the winter with all my scrounged propane bottles full.
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*This is actually good news since my subconscious is almost always wrong about these things.
Seven gallons is a twenty-pound tank, yes?
No, 20 pounds is five gallons, a typical BBQ bottle. Mine are the next size up.
Joel, here’s a hermit tale for you to comment on: http://www.gq.com/news-politics/newsmakers/201409/the-last-true-hermit?printable=true
Joel you have reminnded me that I need to get my ass in gear soon. The winters up here are long, snow covered and cold… My prep starte when I’m on vacation in two weeks.