Song of the day: “It’s raining men” by the Weather Sisters. I couldn’t get the friggin’ song out of my head all day, what with the rain coming down constantly. And I tried, believe me, I did. Grrr.
I tried, “I will survive” to out-sing it, but nope, it kept returning. Drove me absolutely bonkers.
And the rain is still coming down, isn’t it marvelous? Everything wet, and when we had a few hours break the day before yesterday I had the brilliant idea to use the fresh, sunny hours for something constructive by doing some organizing in the supply of rocks that have been an eyesore for months now.
They have been haphazardly piled along the main path below the gate, and seeing as we need to get the car past it on a daily basis, it always took some serious navigating. So there I was, divested at least two layers what with the sun shining warmly, got my working gloves and started hauling. Well, it was FUN…seriously, it was…or it would have been if the ground hadn’t been so darn slippery with mud.
I did finally manage to get the majority off the road, about five hundred kilos (1000 pounds?) of ‘m. It took some effort, and my muscles were screaming protest after not doing this particular “exercise” for at least three months, but I was most pleased with the end result.
The sun was still out by the time I finished, so taking that as a good sign, I took the opportunity to remove some weeds from the courtyard garden. By that time little sister joined me, and together we cleared away debris and mud from the front of middle sister’s window…boy, did that smell. Afterwards, we set the rolls of reed mats up straight, due to the storms they were blown down and were starting to rot in the mud…that smelled too, by the way. Hah.
Since we were outside anyway, we also put together two separate piles of rocks, ‘cause let’s face it, what with this weather going on we won’t be doing any building anytime soon, and made one big one in a place where the rocks won’t be in the way.
In the mean time middle sister has cleaned out the small pet cages, and the turtle basin, while little brother did…well, I don’t know what, but since I didn’t see him, I’m thinking that he’s working on his computer, which had to be reformatted…again. The stupid thing is constantly going on the fritz.
I would have liked to do some more writing come evening, but in all honesty, I could barely look straight, so after a shower (I was literally coated in mud all over) dinner, and a page or two I called it a night and spent the evening watching a movie “Death Race” with Jason Stratham. It was only so-so, which meant that I could divert my attention between that and starting on Grandpa’s saddle cover.
What with the dogs always jumping on top of the saddle, in search of dry spot, they had destroyed the last one, and were now damaging the rubber, so a new one was becoming a necessity. Got it about halfway done before the movie was done, and then hit the sheets for some blissful sleep.
Which brings us to yesterday; it rained all day, and the power is iffy at best. Had a total of ten thunderstorms in the past two or three days, and new ones are constantly rolling in. Nanook (husky malamute) certainly doesn’t appreciate that. She is usually a loner, but when thunder roars she’ll sneak in amidst the pack and wait it out in company. Poor thing.
The rain was coming down steadily when I woke and kept going with less and more water during the course of the day. We spent most of daylight hours in the carport, with me finishing up grandpa’s saddle, while big brother rigged up a water-resistant cover. The dogs insisted on joining us, of course. You’d think that with such miserable weather they’d be smart enough to stay inside where it’s dry and warm, but nope, they’ll be dogging our heels (no pun intended) and trying to find warm dry spots in the muddy and wet carport.
Luckily, what with the tarps we put up against the openings to keep out the rain, it’s at least not raining inside, but they got rather creative. Knight II, for instance, would crawl up on one of the garden chairs, curl up and snooze while shivering continuously. Little Dax, wanted to, had to, and did lie on top of the new workbench…decided to put him on an old towel, what with his thin fur and tiny little body. Carla, one of the Cockers, crawled into a supply closer to lie on top of tools and the rest…well, let’s just say that we were traipsing around living carpet, hah.
Finishing outside work with priming a cabinet, which was meant for the bathroom, I got a little high on paint fumes, hah, it was (much to my relief) time to head back inside where the stoves were burning cheerily.
Little sister had made use of the miserable day and spent the majority of the afternoon cleaning out the kitchen. Together we hung the cabinet in the bathroom, and added a few more finishing slats on the paneled wall. It’s starting to look nice, I’ll admit. When we started there were some doubts about the seemingly brilliant solution to the peeling paint, but now we’re pretty sure that it was a good decision.
There was dinner mum cooked. Cauliflower baked with carrots, yum, with baked potatoes and paneer on the side…love it.
So yesterday was concluded with a rather successful session of writing: Added another five or six pages to the manuscript which brings the total up to a hundred and ten pages, yay. It is really satisfying to see that page count going up so steadily, hah.
As for today, it started off with an early morning visit from our neighbor. He was having battery problems with his car and asked if we could give him a jump-start. A strange little fellow…not unfriendly by any means, just strange. It didn’t work, the jump-start, don’t know why, it just didn’t so we mostly just stood there in the rain until he finally decided to call his family, rather than triple A, and thanked us for trying. We really should do some digging in the car’s workings, ‘cause it took us several minutes to figure out how it worked in the rather peculiar mechanics of the Land Rover. Apparently, it goes a little different than with other cars. Ah well, no harm done, I guess.
And with this blog that’s about all she wrote for the day. I’m going to try to get some writing done now. I really don’t feel like going out in the rain early today. Hah.
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