LB defends his home from the dreaded tourist…

Actually that’s Ian and his mom about a month ago, and LB was hoping they’d let him out and/or give him food. But whatever.

I have learned something everybody already knows: When you raise livestock – or are standing in for someone who raises livestock – you don’t get to call in sick. Truth is I’ve been borderline ill for the past few days but that doesn’t exempt me from driving back and forth across the frickin’ desert to feed dogs and horses and water gardens. (I am the only person I know whose standard Jeep survival kit includes a shovel and plastic bag w/roll of toilet paper, because “that’s” always a symptom when I’m not feeling well and it doesn’t care where I am when it strikes. Fortunately most of the time there’s nobody around to see me jump out and take care of business beside the “road.”)

I am getting a little done on finishing up with the bedroom, but I’ll admit I’m officially behind schedule. May still make it by the weekend but I haven’t even started cleaning painting and modifying the bedframe I acquired on Monday and that will take time – in a cold wind I really don’t feel like standing around in. With a paint sprayer. I may actually resort to the air mattress at first, because I really truly do want to GET MOVED IN.

Today I have an ambition for completing the floor finish, and then I’ll turn my attention to how I can dismember the big cheap dresser in the loft and transport it down in one piece. There’s a lot of work to do setting up the closet before it will even make sense to move the bedroom furniture in permanently.

So there’s lots of work left to do, and a little of it is getting done. But it kind of depends on how I feel, and lately I haven’t felt so great and most of my energy is going to keeping livestock and gardens fed and watered.

Also I owe a couple of people correspondence. For some reason my mail server has decided that my email address doesn’t exist and I am simply not qualified to deal with why that would be. I’m not ignoring you, I’m being embargoed by my own mail server.

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6 Responses to LB defends his home from the dreaded tourist…

  1. Judy says:

    Don’t push to hard or the body will get even later.

  2. MamaLiberty says:

    Get well soon, Joel. And take care of yourself. 🙂

  3. That picture of your dog reminds me of a poster I saw. “Warning, everybody who lives here knows how to shoot a gun except the dog, and he don’t need one.”

    I hope you get to feeling better. I know how much it tears a fellow down who has work to do and is under the weather.

  4. jabrwok says:

    What does that plaque on the door say? Something Ultimum R-somethingelse…

  5. Joel says:

    “Ad Ultimum Reges”

    Which may or may not mean “The last to kings,” which is as close as a friend with a CNC machine could get to “The ultimate answer to kings,” which is more or less my motto.

  6. jabrwok says:

    Thanks. I figured it was related to the blog name, but it didn’t look quite right.

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