I was awake at 3am today — I’m suffering with (and I do mean suffering) the worst case of chigger bites I’ve had yet. No, I didn’t bathe in DEET before diving into the woods yesterday to put out deer corn, and that’s on me.
I have no aversion, honestly, to dousing myself with poison for a good cause, and it’s not a difficult thing to do. It’s simply a matter of doing the right thing every time to avoid undesirable consequences.
Like putting on a condom. (Don’t think too hard about that. Just go with it.)
The ditch in our driveway is still there. It’s at once ugly and beautiful — the former ’cause it’s a bunch of muddy clods, the latter for what it represents.
Our well guy said he expects to be here tomorrow to begin installing the pump and running the water line.
The last of the major appliances were delivered this afternoon. With half the driveway a no-go because of the open trench, I directed the driver to the narrower, steeper south end. He gunned the small box truck up onto the homesite with no problem.
This driver had a partner to help with the heavy lifting, but I ended up having to pitch in anyway. My spirit is always willing, but my weak old flesh curses me for it.
So now, in the cabin, we have a refrigerator/freezer, a chest freezer, a laundry pair, a microwave/convection oven and a woodstove. The first two are hooked up and functioning; the rest await plumbing or construction (or both).
And, of course, we also have a pre-ban (you know it’s coming) gas stove. We’ll be bringing it over from storage in the very near future.
I’ll forgive you if you think this all seems like “playing house.” Maybe we are, just a little. Having those big chunks sitting in place inside the cabin, however, even if only a couple of them are working, makes it feel real.
The Marion County road department performed a “courtesy grading” of the subdivision road today. I thought they only did that once a year, but actually it’s a semi-annual thing.
It made a big difference. I give it a week before traffic erases whatever improvement there was.
A grasshopper hitched a ride on the hood of my truck Saturday, down to Dollar General in town.
Tonight we picked up a stick bug in Flippin. He clung tenaciously to the passenger-side mirror all the way back to The Mountain.
As Farm Bureau Insurance policyholders, Deb and I were invited to the Marion County Farm Bureau’s Annual Meeting and Dinner, held at the Flippin Middle School cafeteria. With nothing else planned for this evening, we decided to attend.
Though we didn’t stay for the business meeting, we had a great meal and enjoyed the company of our neighbors, most of whom are hard-working farm families. A slice of The Real America.
Tomorrow: well work and firewood delivery.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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