Song of the day: “A little time” by The Beautiful South. Such a hilarious song and title-wise very appropriate.
So yeah, I’m, like, totally and utterly exhausted after a seven hour outside workday. There was cement mixing, hauling sand, rocks, wood, sawing trees, hauling more wood, and well…other stuff. *sigh*
Like I said, I’m tired; I want to crawl into bed, pull the blankets over my head and pass out for a bit, but considering I should at least pound out one page tonight (only managed one yesterday because of the same problem, darn it) that ain’t gonna happen until several hours from now.
Let’s make this quick, shall we. Tenant is doing splendid, fit in a one day rest, and then went at it again yesterday.
The back wall of the seedbed is done, and today we fitted the wooden beams that are going to hold the glass and metal covering.
The weather was downright splendid, low seventies; clear blue skies (twice in a row now) a warm winter sun cheerily making the plants bloom. The dogs find this particular mix of building and gardening ideal, since it allows them to wander about constantly, while still flopping down in sunny spots during the course of the day. I can tell you, there is little in this world that beats seeing ninety something dogs lounge happily in the sun. Hah.
Seriously trimmed the carob tree...we're talking BIG small tree-size branches; it is going to be necessary when we start on the greenhouse this summer--or come autumn. Other than that…well, it doesn’t really matter, does it? If you want to know more about the last couple of days, leave a comment to remind me to get back to it, ‘cause otherwise I won’t ever remember. Hah.
Yep, this poor excuse for a blog is going to have to be IT for today. Let’s hope that I’ve recovered some, come Monday, ‘cause this is just ridiculous.
Good Night!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Soccer...ehm, yay?
Song of the day: “Ayo Technology” by Milow. It still amazes me that I can like a song with those particular lyrics, hah. I heard the original at some point with Justin Timberlake (I think) and I didn’t like it at all. Weird.
Hmmm. So here I am, settled down with my third coffee of the day, and my brain is gradually blanking out from all the tiny tidbits I tried to keep in my brain for the last couple of days. Guess it doesn’t work at all, ‘cause that which I remember is minor, to say the least.
Well, no matter, I’ll just write down what pops up as I go along. I¾Dream! Yes, there was a dream. What was it again…oh yes, I remember now, cool dream, wish it wasn’t a dream, but what the hey. I would tell you all about it but, ehm, yeah, it was another personal one so...sorry. Hah. I really have to share the adventurous one from the other day. It was very James Bond-like, if you must know.
Let's stick to reality for a bit, shall we?
Big brother, grandpa and I were unloading the car this morning when we suddenly realized that we are already well into February and we haven’t had the chance to do several inside projects, we had planned for winter, yet. I don’t know how it went, but for some reason winter just flew by. Darn it. Sure, I will be absolutely thrilled for the temperatures to rise, but other than that, time is passing way too fast. I’d planned to do so much this winter.
Let’s get to yesterday; maudlin about a speedy winter really has no use whatsoever, does it?
By means of exercise I went to the bottom of the yard and then all the way up to the road, which is a bloody steep climb, for as far as I’m concerned, I was wheezing like a mule by the time I got up to the road. Yikes.
There was another bout barrel cooking, which was splendid, fun and tasty, ate a bundle. Hah. A practicing session with our tenant, who was feeling a tad tired these days past, but agreed it was time to get back in the saddle, so to speak. She was a tad slow today but steady and that is what counts. She actually walked sideways, which is really good, since that will help her balance.
Yesterday, after work, little brother and sister decided to play some soccer up in the old paddock, so our friend Dani (she was visiting for the day) and I decided to join them. Had a load of fun too, which was my very first attempt at soccer. Little sister and I against little brother and Dani. We didn’t do all that bad, actually, lost by only four points and laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.
Looking back at it, it was a rather splendid way to end the evening. I know that it has been ages since I laughed so loud, and watching both the younger sibs double over with hysterics to Dani’s antics, was a pleasure. It brought the evening to a rather pleasant end with adding two more pages to “ATOL” and then a quick scavenge hunt that earned us lots of wood for future projects. Yay.
Other than that, the old gate was taken apart, for as far as that was possible, the last bolts were put into the new and plants got trimmed. I would have liked to do with a bit more sleep, on the overall, but something’s gotta go when you simply can’t find the time to do stuff you really want to do.
As to today, we started on the seedbed structures, which will at some point mount the wall that flanks the old pool. Considering big brother and I were on our own for the most part, it was slow progress, but what with the sun peeking at us every so often, it was rather pleasant. Heck, I didn’t even mind that the V-belt of the cement mixer snapped, forcing me to stir the stuff by hand. *sigh* It wasn’t bad at all, and by the time the younger sibs joined us, we already had a big part of the back wall going.
Like so many things, the seedbeds were one of the projects we intended to do this winter, and yet now we’re basically rushing through them, since we need to put the first seeds in by mid February.
If we put our backs in it, (and if weather permits it, of course) we should be able to finish the first section of the seedbeds by next week. Yay.
The dogs were of course hectic during the course of the day. They didn’t like being left behind the new fence, so, naturally, the pointers managed to weasel their way underneath. It was rather funny actually, they had created this narrow slit under the metal wiring, and once the others saw them go through, the dogs came streaming down like spilling water. Hah. Of course this debacle only forced us to bring them to the center garden instead, which they didn’t like at all either. It was their own fault, really, but it is always so pitiful to see them all stand there by the fence, whining like a bunch of babies. They didn’t actually stop whining until we were done and little sister finished hosing the mixer and wheelbarrows before heading up to start on dinner.
While big brother and grandpa (grandpa spent most of the day by the old stable, cutting wood for the wood pile) put the new belt in, I headed into the yard to do some trimming on the rosebush and bougainvillea that were battling each other somewhat fierce on the slope. With a little luck they’ll leave each other alone during the summer. Hah.
Well, I’ve got to get to work on the book and leave it at this.
Hmmm. So here I am, settled down with my third coffee of the day, and my brain is gradually blanking out from all the tiny tidbits I tried to keep in my brain for the last couple of days. Guess it doesn’t work at all, ‘cause that which I remember is minor, to say the least.
Well, no matter, I’ll just write down what pops up as I go along. I¾Dream! Yes, there was a dream. What was it again…oh yes, I remember now, cool dream, wish it wasn’t a dream, but what the hey. I would tell you all about it but, ehm, yeah, it was another personal one so...sorry. Hah. I really have to share the adventurous one from the other day. It was very James Bond-like, if you must know.
Let's stick to reality for a bit, shall we?
Big brother, grandpa and I were unloading the car this morning when we suddenly realized that we are already well into February and we haven’t had the chance to do several inside projects, we had planned for winter, yet. I don’t know how it went, but for some reason winter just flew by. Darn it. Sure, I will be absolutely thrilled for the temperatures to rise, but other than that, time is passing way too fast. I’d planned to do so much this winter.
Let’s get to yesterday; maudlin about a speedy winter really has no use whatsoever, does it?
By means of exercise I went to the bottom of the yard and then all the way up to the road, which is a bloody steep climb, for as far as I’m concerned, I was wheezing like a mule by the time I got up to the road. Yikes.
There was another bout barrel cooking, which was splendid, fun and tasty, ate a bundle. Hah. A practicing session with our tenant, who was feeling a tad tired these days past, but agreed it was time to get back in the saddle, so to speak. She was a tad slow today but steady and that is what counts. She actually walked sideways, which is really good, since that will help her balance.
Yesterday, after work, little brother and sister decided to play some soccer up in the old paddock, so our friend Dani (she was visiting for the day) and I decided to join them. Had a load of fun too, which was my very first attempt at soccer. Little sister and I against little brother and Dani. We didn’t do all that bad, actually, lost by only four points and laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.
Looking back at it, it was a rather splendid way to end the evening. I know that it has been ages since I laughed so loud, and watching both the younger sibs double over with hysterics to Dani’s antics, was a pleasure. It brought the evening to a rather pleasant end with adding two more pages to “ATOL” and then a quick scavenge hunt that earned us lots of wood for future projects. Yay.
Other than that, the old gate was taken apart, for as far as that was possible, the last bolts were put into the new and plants got trimmed. I would have liked to do with a bit more sleep, on the overall, but something’s gotta go when you simply can’t find the time to do stuff you really want to do.
As to today, we started on the seedbed structures, which will at some point mount the wall that flanks the old pool. Considering big brother and I were on our own for the most part, it was slow progress, but what with the sun peeking at us every so often, it was rather pleasant. Heck, I didn’t even mind that the V-belt of the cement mixer snapped, forcing me to stir the stuff by hand. *sigh* It wasn’t bad at all, and by the time the younger sibs joined us, we already had a big part of the back wall going.
Like so many things, the seedbeds were one of the projects we intended to do this winter, and yet now we’re basically rushing through them, since we need to put the first seeds in by mid February.
If we put our backs in it, (and if weather permits it, of course) we should be able to finish the first section of the seedbeds by next week. Yay.
The dogs were of course hectic during the course of the day. They didn’t like being left behind the new fence, so, naturally, the pointers managed to weasel their way underneath. It was rather funny actually, they had created this narrow slit under the metal wiring, and once the others saw them go through, the dogs came streaming down like spilling water. Hah. Of course this debacle only forced us to bring them to the center garden instead, which they didn’t like at all either. It was their own fault, really, but it is always so pitiful to see them all stand there by the fence, whining like a bunch of babies. They didn’t actually stop whining until we were done and little sister finished hosing the mixer and wheelbarrows before heading up to start on dinner.
While big brother and grandpa (grandpa spent most of the day by the old stable, cutting wood for the wood pile) put the new belt in, I headed into the yard to do some trimming on the rosebush and bougainvillea that were battling each other somewhat fierce on the slope. With a little luck they’ll leave each other alone during the summer. Hah.
Well, I’ve got to get to work on the book and leave it at this.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Bureaucracy...aaargh.
Song of the day: “This is the life” by Amy MacDonald. I like! Hah.
Had a rather splendid dream during the few hours of sleep that I managed to catch prior to today’s rather early start, but it was private in all the ways that matter, so I’m not going to share.
Let’s see, where did we leave off…I don’t have a clue. Well, there were two runs/jogs for the past couple of days. Both of them rather late, on the outskirts of dusk, which made for interesting challenging while mounting the pitted hill that I so much enjoy. No accidents, however, so it is still my favorite spot. Actually managed to take the hill, down and then a full mile. Yay.
But anyways, well, all things considered the last couple of days were quite uneventful. There were some minor chores such as working on the fences, hauling rocks down the mountain and on the overall just doing busywork on what were some splendidly sunny days.
Oh, we also did another outdoor cooking, which was great. Baked potatoes with onion and herbs in the cast iron wok and it was downright delicious.
Njanna’s stitches are doing well, and so are Shamira’s. All pluses too, aren’t they, and the manuscript is now up 70.000 words, which means I’ve been a positively good girl by working steadily still. Wrote a rather steamy love-scene yesterday; I could post it, of course, but I’ve decided not to since it still needs to be edited (thoroughly) and because…well, because I don’t want to. Not yet, anyway, it’s still too fresh I guess. Hah.
And then this morning, well that was just grand. We had to get up early to her for the power company, which is only open from 9 to (you’ll never guess) 12. Yep, imagine how that works, huh. We got a wonderful freshly printed ticket (apparently the roll out ones just won’t do, this day and age) from this wonderful modern gadget with a green button on it. Isn’t progress wonderful, rather than just getting a stub from a roll, it gets printed just for you. Hah.
So there we were, waiting a solid two hours (wasted hours, mind you, basically picking our noses) until finally our number was up. We informed the lady behind the desk of our problem…we’re getting estimates (rather than actual bills) of 14 bucks at most, and then every four or five months a massive bill, plus a fine for over use, or some such. Aaaargh. I don’t think that anyone could spent only 14 bucks in a month, not even if they were out and only standby machine buttons were on.
But anyways, we explained the problem; she nodded and, once again, filled in a silly form (like all the times before) that is going to send a meter man to our gate to bring us the exorbitant bill of this fall. Seriously, it was a wasted effort, and I really shouldn’t be happy that someone is going to come by to make up a bill for us, but I am, ‘cause for a while this little problem is dealt with.
Afterwards…we were sluiced out the back door since the front door had been locked at exactly twelve O’clock, and those, like us who were still inside could take the back way out. Strange service, really.
Once at home, we made a stop to get some extra groceries that should see us through another week at least, the temperatures were a lot lower than on the coast. It’s actually chilly and that makes me more than a little uncomfortable. My dogs were nutters, of course, but once they settled down, I could start on the blog and then on the day.
Let’s hope today is more fruitful than the start of it.
Had a rather splendid dream during the few hours of sleep that I managed to catch prior to today’s rather early start, but it was private in all the ways that matter, so I’m not going to share.
Let’s see, where did we leave off…I don’t have a clue. Well, there were two runs/jogs for the past couple of days. Both of them rather late, on the outskirts of dusk, which made for interesting challenging while mounting the pitted hill that I so much enjoy. No accidents, however, so it is still my favorite spot. Actually managed to take the hill, down and then a full mile. Yay.
But anyways, well, all things considered the last couple of days were quite uneventful. There were some minor chores such as working on the fences, hauling rocks down the mountain and on the overall just doing busywork on what were some splendidly sunny days.
Oh, we also did another outdoor cooking, which was great. Baked potatoes with onion and herbs in the cast iron wok and it was downright delicious.
Njanna’s stitches are doing well, and so are Shamira’s. All pluses too, aren’t they, and the manuscript is now up 70.000 words, which means I’ve been a positively good girl by working steadily still. Wrote a rather steamy love-scene yesterday; I could post it, of course, but I’ve decided not to since it still needs to be edited (thoroughly) and because…well, because I don’t want to. Not yet, anyway, it’s still too fresh I guess. Hah.
And then this morning, well that was just grand. We had to get up early to her for the power company, which is only open from 9 to (you’ll never guess) 12. Yep, imagine how that works, huh. We got a wonderful freshly printed ticket (apparently the roll out ones just won’t do, this day and age) from this wonderful modern gadget with a green button on it. Isn’t progress wonderful, rather than just getting a stub from a roll, it gets printed just for you. Hah.
So there we were, waiting a solid two hours (wasted hours, mind you, basically picking our noses) until finally our number was up. We informed the lady behind the desk of our problem…we’re getting estimates (rather than actual bills) of 14 bucks at most, and then every four or five months a massive bill, plus a fine for over use, or some such. Aaaargh. I don’t think that anyone could spent only 14 bucks in a month, not even if they were out and only standby machine buttons were on.
But anyways, we explained the problem; she nodded and, once again, filled in a silly form (like all the times before) that is going to send a meter man to our gate to bring us the exorbitant bill of this fall. Seriously, it was a wasted effort, and I really shouldn’t be happy that someone is going to come by to make up a bill for us, but I am, ‘cause for a while this little problem is dealt with.
Afterwards…we were sluiced out the back door since the front door had been locked at exactly twelve O’clock, and those, like us who were still inside could take the back way out. Strange service, really.
Once at home, we made a stop to get some extra groceries that should see us through another week at least, the temperatures were a lot lower than on the coast. It’s actually chilly and that makes me more than a little uncomfortable. My dogs were nutters, of course, but once they settled down, I could start on the blog and then on the day.
Let’s hope today is more fruitful than the start of it.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Busy days...*sigh*
Song of the day:...seriously, you do not want to know. I know, and I’m telling you, you don’t want to know. It’s just too horrid for words.
Well, this will not come as surprise to you, but I am once again running behind so we’re going to rush through this thing even if I have to beat it out of me. Hah.
The day before yesterday ended in what I had secretly expected. Yama (the crossbreed that was at the vet’s) turned out to have tumors all though her lungs. They showed me the X-ray and at a glance I could see at least eight plum-sized growths spread through both lungs. Added to that “little” problem the tumors had led to a practically unheard of disease, called…well, I only know the Spanish version…OsteopatÃa Hipertrófica. Apparently, this little beauty makes the bones start making to excess; thus explaining the deformation of Yama’s paws. Saw the X-rays of her paws too, and you could literally see ribbed-like new bone all over her paws.
So strange, all the problems we’re going through these days. Tumors are bursting all over the place, eye cataracts, more tumors, failing kidneys, livers and hearts, dammit. It is P.O.ing me and even the vet had to agree that we were going through a Mala Racha (a slump). Are we ever? Lost up to eight dogs in the past year alone. Okay, admittedly, a lot of them are getting on in age, seeing as several of them date back from the late ‘90s when we first started taking in dogs, but still, this is downright ridiculous.
But anyway, seeing as there was nothing they could do for Yama, and she was rapidly declining, due to a lack of appetite and bad arthritis, we decided not to drag the entire process on for her and had her put down peacefully with both big brother and me hovering over her, petting her face, letting her smell us until she passed on.
As is usual with this particular procedure, my blood was pumping through my veins the rest of the night, making me more than a little irritable through the wonderfully mind-numbing run that followed and the remainder of the evening, which was spent working on the book.
Which brings us to yesterday: Seeing as we really wanted to keep properly busy, yesterday involved me writing a bit in the morning while big brother went to town to get some tools and fence. I would have done more if the dogs hadn’t decided to use this particular morning to mess up the living room, and if our tenant didn’t decide, just when I was about to sit down, that she rather go inside where she could be kept warm by the stove.
Seeing as she could use the exercise, we took half an hour for the walk there, and it went pretty darn well, even though she was rather sore still from the first time. Had to laugh rather hard when she confided that she’d been afraid that I’d come up and that she’d then have to get up just when she was sitting so comfortably. Hah. Then, when I suggested leaving exercises for the day and take the wheelchair to get inside, she wanted to see how far she could make it. That’s the spirit.
While writing a page, I also prepared an early supper of veggie mac&cheese and then headed outside to start on the wonderful chore of hauling (I’m wondering if you’re guessing it already) Yes! Rocks! Yay. Hah.
But seriously, we hauled a friggin’ lot of rocks during the course of four hours, and seeing as we wanted to use it as a means of exercise to boot, the way down was done at normal pace, what with the heavy wheelbarrows, but the way up were done at a jog. Oh my God. You do feel the love of gravity after a few trips like that, I’ll admit. Jeez, gravity wanted to hug me face first, I tell ya. Hah.
Anyways…I managed the personal sum of twelve trips, which was like, yeah, awesome. *grunts like a jock* Hah. And afterwards…yes the day wasn’t through yet…we headed out to get another load of rocks at our usual jogging spot. Well, I was there, and so was the Rocky-ish hill, and well, I couldn’t resist. Went up…I tried the macadam, but seriously, it hurt my heel like mad…and then down without any problem whatsoever. I love that mountain. I am really out of breath afterwards, but when I then do the big parking lot afterwards, I barely break out a sweat so it is definitely worth it. I remember that two years ago, before I started doing the running thing, I could barely cross twenty yards without passing out. Hah.
So, yeah, I was a wee bit tired last night when we finally got home, stuffed back dinner and then flopped down behind the computer, but I hadn’t thought of the Yama debacle once throughout the day. Annoying though it might be, I had a wonderful ten minute nap during writing, which saw me through the last hour of the evening before it was time to head up to my cabin and retired.
Passed out for the night (about half an hour later than I’d intended) but then snoozed right through the night, which was definitely a plus too.
The muscles…well, joints, really. Imagine them screaming “nonononononononono” all the way through wake-up time, and every time I tried to do something through the course of the morning. Hah.
Today we worked on the fence again. Got it all up, dug the bottom in so the dogs can’t dig underneath it…or at least, I hope they can’t; it’s still debatable, really. So basically I dug up twenty yards of soil, killed my fingers on metal wires and then, since I was having so much “fun” in the rather chilly wind (during the day it was really bearable in the sun, but when dusk arrived it got really bad), I decided to get the younger sibs to join me in going up and down the mountain again with rocks. Hah.
We did a rather good load, really. Also piled the flat rocks, which, at some point need to be used for stairs into low little walls, and so we are slowly getting a tad organised up there beside the path that leads to the almost finished gate. Here are some pics by the way:
The pile. Isn't it grand? I'm guessing that there about thirty wheelbarrows of rocks here. Hah. Dax left, Amri right.
Well, these I just added because it looked so darn pretty when I walked past them. Fourth time this year that the vines are blooming.
So here's the old gate. It broke down several times during the course of the past ten years or so, and those green squares are from a multitude of patch jobs.
Inside shot of the new one. Solid wood, metal casing. Just needs another lick of paint and pins of the top, and then we're all done.
Full shot from the outside, with the wall and everything. I wish the shot had worked out better, but the stupid phone doesn't work all that well for this kind of thing.
Outside shot from just the gate. Looks rather solid, doesn't it. I'm thinking of adding a crest, or something.
Some visitors the other day. Dax (the tiny Beagle you see on the Pile picture) really got his knickers in a twist when they were looking at him. Hah.
Well, I’ve got some writing to do, so I might as well get to it.
Well, this will not come as surprise to you, but I am once again running behind so we’re going to rush through this thing even if I have to beat it out of me. Hah.
The day before yesterday ended in what I had secretly expected. Yama (the crossbreed that was at the vet’s) turned out to have tumors all though her lungs. They showed me the X-ray and at a glance I could see at least eight plum-sized growths spread through both lungs. Added to that “little” problem the tumors had led to a practically unheard of disease, called…well, I only know the Spanish version…OsteopatÃa Hipertrófica. Apparently, this little beauty makes the bones start making to excess; thus explaining the deformation of Yama’s paws. Saw the X-rays of her paws too, and you could literally see ribbed-like new bone all over her paws.
So strange, all the problems we’re going through these days. Tumors are bursting all over the place, eye cataracts, more tumors, failing kidneys, livers and hearts, dammit. It is P.O.ing me and even the vet had to agree that we were going through a Mala Racha (a slump). Are we ever? Lost up to eight dogs in the past year alone. Okay, admittedly, a lot of them are getting on in age, seeing as several of them date back from the late ‘90s when we first started taking in dogs, but still, this is downright ridiculous.
But anyway, seeing as there was nothing they could do for Yama, and she was rapidly declining, due to a lack of appetite and bad arthritis, we decided not to drag the entire process on for her and had her put down peacefully with both big brother and me hovering over her, petting her face, letting her smell us until she passed on.
As is usual with this particular procedure, my blood was pumping through my veins the rest of the night, making me more than a little irritable through the wonderfully mind-numbing run that followed and the remainder of the evening, which was spent working on the book.
Which brings us to yesterday: Seeing as we really wanted to keep properly busy, yesterday involved me writing a bit in the morning while big brother went to town to get some tools and fence. I would have done more if the dogs hadn’t decided to use this particular morning to mess up the living room, and if our tenant didn’t decide, just when I was about to sit down, that she rather go inside where she could be kept warm by the stove.
Seeing as she could use the exercise, we took half an hour for the walk there, and it went pretty darn well, even though she was rather sore still from the first time. Had to laugh rather hard when she confided that she’d been afraid that I’d come up and that she’d then have to get up just when she was sitting so comfortably. Hah. Then, when I suggested leaving exercises for the day and take the wheelchair to get inside, she wanted to see how far she could make it. That’s the spirit.
While writing a page, I also prepared an early supper of veggie mac&cheese and then headed outside to start on the wonderful chore of hauling (I’m wondering if you’re guessing it already) Yes! Rocks! Yay. Hah.
But seriously, we hauled a friggin’ lot of rocks during the course of four hours, and seeing as we wanted to use it as a means of exercise to boot, the way down was done at normal pace, what with the heavy wheelbarrows, but the way up were done at a jog. Oh my God. You do feel the love of gravity after a few trips like that, I’ll admit. Jeez, gravity wanted to hug me face first, I tell ya. Hah.
Anyways…I managed the personal sum of twelve trips, which was like, yeah, awesome. *grunts like a jock* Hah. And afterwards…yes the day wasn’t through yet…we headed out to get another load of rocks at our usual jogging spot. Well, I was there, and so was the Rocky-ish hill, and well, I couldn’t resist. Went up…I tried the macadam, but seriously, it hurt my heel like mad…and then down without any problem whatsoever. I love that mountain. I am really out of breath afterwards, but when I then do the big parking lot afterwards, I barely break out a sweat so it is definitely worth it. I remember that two years ago, before I started doing the running thing, I could barely cross twenty yards without passing out. Hah.
So, yeah, I was a wee bit tired last night when we finally got home, stuffed back dinner and then flopped down behind the computer, but I hadn’t thought of the Yama debacle once throughout the day. Annoying though it might be, I had a wonderful ten minute nap during writing, which saw me through the last hour of the evening before it was time to head up to my cabin and retired.
Passed out for the night (about half an hour later than I’d intended) but then snoozed right through the night, which was definitely a plus too.
The muscles…well, joints, really. Imagine them screaming “nonononononononono” all the way through wake-up time, and every time I tried to do something through the course of the morning. Hah.
Today we worked on the fence again. Got it all up, dug the bottom in so the dogs can’t dig underneath it…or at least, I hope they can’t; it’s still debatable, really. So basically I dug up twenty yards of soil, killed my fingers on metal wires and then, since I was having so much “fun” in the rather chilly wind (during the day it was really bearable in the sun, but when dusk arrived it got really bad), I decided to get the younger sibs to join me in going up and down the mountain again with rocks. Hah.
We did a rather good load, really. Also piled the flat rocks, which, at some point need to be used for stairs into low little walls, and so we are slowly getting a tad organised up there beside the path that leads to the almost finished gate. Here are some pics by the way:
The pile. Isn't it grand? I'm guessing that there about thirty wheelbarrows of rocks here. Hah. Dax left, Amri right.
Well, these I just added because it looked so darn pretty when I walked past them. Fourth time this year that the vines are blooming.
So here's the old gate. It broke down several times during the course of the past ten years or so, and those green squares are from a multitude of patch jobs.
Inside shot of the new one. Solid wood, metal casing. Just needs another lick of paint and pins of the top, and then we're all done.
Full shot from the outside, with the wall and everything. I wish the shot had worked out better, but the stupid phone doesn't work all that well for this kind of thing.
Outside shot from just the gate. Looks rather solid, doesn't it. I'm thinking of adding a crest, or something.
Some visitors the other day. Dax (the tiny Beagle you see on the Pile picture) really got his knickers in a twist when they were looking at him. Hah.
Well, I’ve got some writing to do, so I might as well get to it.
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