Sorry about that; we had a little (a very little) weather change and my connectivity went away to the point where I couldn’t even send texts to neighbors. It’s been bad this year, not really sure why.
Not at all sure this will even work, but here goes…
May is my very favorite month, even with the wind. Still running around checking on my favorite flowers. You have your garden and I have mine: In order to have anything pleasant to look at mine must necessarily be several square miles across. Though I’m trying a minor experiment this Spring, sprinkling food plants in some of those Hugelculture pits we dug several years ago. It worked once before but I don’t have a lot of hope for this year. If they come up at all they’ll probably just feed the rats.
Things they don’t tell you when you move to the desert: Between the sweat and the dust, you go through a lot of hats. I bid farewell to a favorite this week, but I’ve learned to keep multiples in reserve.
Ever since Landlady and I mounted a door on it a few years ago Ian’s powershed has been rodent-free. So naturally when I moved the reloading shack into it this Spring, I found myself dealing with a plague of mice. The reason wasn’t hard to find; for some reason the caulking and shims on one side of the door had completely failed and there was a gap mousezilla could have exploited. Once I sealed up the gap, hopefully the mice were trapped and they’d be suckers for baited traps. I got three with the kill traps and then they stopped working; day before yesterday I set out the live trap and yesterday morning there were two in there. Found a use for Velveeta at last.
This morning early I was out doing yard work while it’s cool when I got a text from D&L: D had replaced some shelves in his garage and did I want the old ones? Actually I had a use for at least one in Landlady’s barn, so TB and I popped over to get them…
…and it turned out one of them was held together with those tiny smooth brads shot out of a nailgun and didn’t take well to transport. Nearly broke it up for firewood but instead I hauled out some tools and screwed it together more securely before moving it to the barn.
…because I can easily do that now, and I took a moment to pat myself on the back for being organized. I used to be terrible about this but when you depend on your tools, even a slob will figure out ways to keep them organized and at hand. Even – maybe especially – when space is limited.
And finally, I checked out availability and price of the tubing (hose? pipe?) I’d need to make that water heater experiment work … and then put the idea aside for now. Far too expensive and disruptive for a thing that might not work at all. I’ll keep boiling water for dishes and using my camping bag for showers, at least for now.