…on the first properly hot day of the year?
How about work with iron plate?
Ian showed up on Saturday, …
…which reminded me that I had intended to shorten the chains on the lower three targets. Not that important, but I woke up with that on my mind so…
…now that’s done. And no, I’m not going to shoot at them while the game camera is there.
But the point is, by the time I was ready to re-mount the plates, everything steel was just north of scalding from the sun. Which really made me question my priorities.
Especially since the first chore on the really cool morning was apparently just the most ironic thing I could think to do…
I rinsed out and hung my old canvas chore coat to dry. Yeah, it’s been smeared top to bottom with mud since the Great Split Pipe of December but I hung it in what passes for my mudroom and forgot about it. Then last night I soaked it in a washtub.
So on the hottest day of the year to date I spent the uncomfortably cool part of the day blasting cold water around to finish washing a winter coat, so I’d have time to spend the uncomfortably hot part of the day burning my hands and cheek on hot iron.
Well, at least the coat got the benefit of hanging to dry during the hot part of the day.
And whilst the water was evaporating off of the coat, it was theoretically cooling your yard a tiny unmeasurable fraction of a degree.
All part of my nefarious plan to deprive Al Gore of his rightful carbon credits income. Mine is an evil laugh.