I’m getting this laundry thing down.

Spent the morning schlepping concrete with D. We’ve got the last of the pier foundations poured, and I think he miscalculated how much mud it would take because we emptied one of the two pallets and the piers themselves will surely take more than we’ve used. But even if I do say so myself I do know my way around a cement mixer by now, and with two guys on it who know what they’re doing this isn’t a particularly onerous chore.

Met landlady on her ridge after I saw her go by. Get this: She wasn’t due this weekend, but had to make an emergency trip when a quorum of her “hens” started crowing. That’s a no-no in a crowded suburban neighborhood, so up to the property they came. Some of the Brahma hens are getting pretty badly pecked, and she’s bringing the worst of them back down with her for R&R. So I’ll be collecting fewer eggs in the future. Just as well: They add up.

Having finished that, it was time for laundry. Can’t believe it took me so long to relax to the situation and go with buckets and a plunger. Works ever so much better than doing it in the sink. Sooner or later I’ll find somebody who wants to sell a used mop wringer that isn’t too horrible, and that’ll take care of the wringing which is the only part that’s a hassle. But now that we’re (finally!) getting some summer-class sun, drying isn’t the problem it is in winter.

And now it’s time for bread baking. We’re finally past that cold, windy week that I hope was the last gasp of last winter/early spring. Cabin still wants the windows closed at night, but it’s nice to have them open in the day. A tiny cabin can be nice and breezy, but it takes no time at all to turn it really stuffy.