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yurt set up
May. 27th, 2019 03:10 pmSo I got the yurt set up roughly last time I was in town, but no furniture in it beyond the bed that has to be there before the walls are connected.
This time I was working slowly on setting it up-- I have a woodstove now, a new acquisition, that needed to be assembled and test-burned-in and such, and I wanted to get all that sorted out before I brought the rest of the furniture in. So over the weekend I was working on that, and had managed to get the stove set up, figured out I still need to get a stove jack to put the stovepipe through the roof, and needed a few more things to make it work. (Uh, including a source of firewood, but like. Whatever. There's a lot around, most of the buildings on this farm are heated with wood at least in part and like a hundred of the acres of the farm are woods, so I had sort of figured I'd make arrangements on the fly.)
Sunday morning BIL called his mother, as he often does, and she said "I've got the car almost packed, I'll be there Monday afternoon." (In order to make that arrival time, she'd have to have left basically at the end of the phone call.) She had said months before that she might come out sometime in early June, but that was the last discussion they'd had on the topic.
So anyway, I had to get out of the guest bedroom and into the yurt, so I was really glad I had as much set up as I did. I spent the rest of Sunday hauling my furniture out to the yurt, and doing some work ahead for today so I could have this afternoon off.
I've got the place mostly set up now, and I got my sister to help me put the door onto it, so now it's ready to be occupied, and I'll sleep there tonight. I'll post up some pictures later. The stove is just going to have to be an inert piece of furniture for now, but at some point I'll get some wood stockpiled and haul it outside and do a test burn at least to make sure it functions. I managed to get the damper assembled, but I'm gonna have to get Dad, a former sheet metal worker, to help me bang the spark arrestor and stovepipe into shape, and then I'll get the jack installed maybe next visit, and we'll see how it works.
Meanwhile, today, having done all the egg-washing I could ahead of time on Sunday, we got the egg-washing room cleaned out and transformed into the evisceration room, and we got the packaging room cleaned up and organized, and got the slaughter room set up except for the scalder which is a new used one and it turns out the pilot's clogged up and so the whole assembly doesn't work, so that's our obligatory day-before-first-slaughter-day emergency.
Somebody's got to get up to Agway before they close and fill those propane tanks and get some more stick lighters, I gave up the only one in the yurt because the last other one on the entire property gave up the ghost this morning and you really can't light a scalder with matches. But my sister is sort of panic-cleaning the house, because her mother-in-law is an inconsiderate and judgy hypocrite and will doubtless have horrifying things to say if the house isn't spotless when she shows up with no notice.
I've considered in the past and may offer again letting my sister set up a cot in the yurt and just sleep out there with me while her mother in law is here, but it wouldn't help, the woman would still be spending the entire time sitting at the kitchen table feeding the dog straight off her plate and then complaining when the dog begs from her constantly. (If that's what she does to the carefully-trained dog, just think about what she does to the grandchild. Sigh.)
Do we know when the mother in law is leaving? No, we never do; she waits until she gets offended and then suddenly leaves in a huff, every single visit. Usually it's something my sister has repeatedly asked her to do or not do, and she either does or doesn't do it, whatever it is, and my sister gets upset to the point of tears, and then the mother in law has to get more upset because it's a competition, and then she leaves, and it's a 1200-mile drive, so.
Also she smokes on the windward side of the house and it's super annoying. Anyway...
It's tragic; the woman who'd be my mother in law if Dude had ever been interested in marrying is actually a really sweet and funny and clever person, and both my married sisters have Incredibly Terrible people as their in-laws. (Sometimes my two brothers-in-law compare stories at family reunions, because they both have some doozies.)
This time I was working slowly on setting it up-- I have a woodstove now, a new acquisition, that needed to be assembled and test-burned-in and such, and I wanted to get all that sorted out before I brought the rest of the furniture in. So over the weekend I was working on that, and had managed to get the stove set up, figured out I still need to get a stove jack to put the stovepipe through the roof, and needed a few more things to make it work. (Uh, including a source of firewood, but like. Whatever. There's a lot around, most of the buildings on this farm are heated with wood at least in part and like a hundred of the acres of the farm are woods, so I had sort of figured I'd make arrangements on the fly.)
Sunday morning BIL called his mother, as he often does, and she said "I've got the car almost packed, I'll be there Monday afternoon." (In order to make that arrival time, she'd have to have left basically at the end of the phone call.) She had said months before that she might come out sometime in early June, but that was the last discussion they'd had on the topic.
So anyway, I had to get out of the guest bedroom and into the yurt, so I was really glad I had as much set up as I did. I spent the rest of Sunday hauling my furniture out to the yurt, and doing some work ahead for today so I could have this afternoon off.
I've got the place mostly set up now, and I got my sister to help me put the door onto it, so now it's ready to be occupied, and I'll sleep there tonight. I'll post up some pictures later. The stove is just going to have to be an inert piece of furniture for now, but at some point I'll get some wood stockpiled and haul it outside and do a test burn at least to make sure it functions. I managed to get the damper assembled, but I'm gonna have to get Dad, a former sheet metal worker, to help me bang the spark arrestor and stovepipe into shape, and then I'll get the jack installed maybe next visit, and we'll see how it works.
Meanwhile, today, having done all the egg-washing I could ahead of time on Sunday, we got the egg-washing room cleaned out and transformed into the evisceration room, and we got the packaging room cleaned up and organized, and got the slaughter room set up except for the scalder which is a new used one and it turns out the pilot's clogged up and so the whole assembly doesn't work, so that's our obligatory day-before-first-slaughter-day emergency.
Somebody's got to get up to Agway before they close and fill those propane tanks and get some more stick lighters, I gave up the only one in the yurt because the last other one on the entire property gave up the ghost this morning and you really can't light a scalder with matches. But my sister is sort of panic-cleaning the house, because her mother-in-law is an inconsiderate and judgy hypocrite and will doubtless have horrifying things to say if the house isn't spotless when she shows up with no notice.
I've considered in the past and may offer again letting my sister set up a cot in the yurt and just sleep out there with me while her mother in law is here, but it wouldn't help, the woman would still be spending the entire time sitting at the kitchen table feeding the dog straight off her plate and then complaining when the dog begs from her constantly. (If that's what she does to the carefully-trained dog, just think about what she does to the grandchild. Sigh.)
Do we know when the mother in law is leaving? No, we never do; she waits until she gets offended and then suddenly leaves in a huff, every single visit. Usually it's something my sister has repeatedly asked her to do or not do, and she either does or doesn't do it, whatever it is, and my sister gets upset to the point of tears, and then the mother in law has to get more upset because it's a competition, and then she leaves, and it's a 1200-mile drive, so.
Also she smokes on the windward side of the house and it's super annoying. Anyway...
It's tragic; the woman who'd be my mother in law if Dude had ever been interested in marrying is actually a really sweet and funny and clever person, and both my married sisters have Incredibly Terrible people as their in-laws. (Sometimes my two brothers-in-law compare stories at family reunions, because they both have some doozies.)
