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We unloaded everything from the yurt into the truck and from the truck into the granary attic, which is a huge step up from the barn loft where it all went last year (because the granary attic was full of crap which I’ve since hoed out, omg a lot happens in a year!) and it was just a horrifying jumble, and I was feeling dreadful about it and hopeless, but I just went up there and spent about an hour and a half tidying and it looks so much better already. I feel so much better. I know where everything is and I could lay my hands on it. I can leave so much stuff here and not schlep it home and leave it in a pile and then have to find it next year and spend weeks not finding it and not get the yurt properly set up for months while I’m still trying to locate all my stuff. So I feel great about that.
We still have to move the mattress, which is just basically blocking the entrance to the room, because we hauled it up through the second-floor cargo door, but I made a little space for it, out of the bed slats and some other things, so it’ll be stored tilted so no shit can puddle on it. It’ll have tarps under it, and a tarp over it, and it’ll be out of the way, and I’ll just hope no mice chew it or poop on it. (I covered the bed slats in dryer sheets, we’ll see.) So, I just need to get someone to help me move the heavy floppy piece of crap, and remind myself it’s worth it not to sleep on an air mattress for months of the year. (It is. It’s worth it.)
And, the attic is still usable as the sewing and potpourri-making and dried-flower-arranging workshop I set it up to be.
So, I just have to go buy a few little things, and I can finish making the new potpourri display, and then I can load it up with the new potpourri, and then I can make some dried arrangements.
Also my car now has room to take the two fleeces home. I’m going to wash them there, since I have an upright washing machine and a bunch of different types of wool-and-delicates-washing soaps. (I have a Thing about laundry ok.)
I might wash a little bit of it by hand here and have Middle-Little or Farmsister review carding with me, now that I have new carders (my Big Rhinebeck Purchase), so maybe I can get a bunch carded while I’m at home and come back with rolags ready to go so they can teach me to spin.
Exciting. OK that’s enough sitting, off to the hardware store! I have to buy tiny bolts, nuts, and washers for the potpourri display, and also I have to stop by Tractor Supply and buy some pig castration kits. I feel very weird buying that, but it’s on this shopping list that was handed to me. … Let’s not consider it too closely.
We unloaded everything from the yurt into the truck and from the truck into the granary attic, which is a huge step up from the barn loft where it all went last year (because the granary attic was full of crap which I’ve since hoed out, omg a lot happens in a year!) and it was just a horrifying jumble, and I was feeling dreadful about it and hopeless, but I just went up there and spent about an hour and a half tidying and it looks so much better already. I feel so much better. I know where everything is and I could lay my hands on it. I can leave so much stuff here and not schlep it home and leave it in a pile and then have to find it next year and spend weeks not finding it and not get the yurt properly set up for months while I’m still trying to locate all my stuff. So I feel great about that.
We still have to move the mattress, which is just basically blocking the entrance to the room, because we hauled it up through the second-floor cargo door, but I made a little space for it, out of the bed slats and some other things, so it’ll be stored tilted so no shit can puddle on it. It’ll have tarps under it, and a tarp over it, and it’ll be out of the way, and I’ll just hope no mice chew it or poop on it. (I covered the bed slats in dryer sheets, we’ll see.) So, I just need to get someone to help me move the heavy floppy piece of crap, and remind myself it’s worth it not to sleep on an air mattress for months of the year. (It is. It’s worth it.)
And, the attic is still usable as the sewing and potpourri-making and dried-flower-arranging workshop I set it up to be.
So, I just have to go buy a few little things, and I can finish making the new potpourri display, and then I can load it up with the new potpourri, and then I can make some dried arrangements.
Also my car now has room to take the two fleeces home. I’m going to wash them there, since I have an upright washing machine and a bunch of different types of wool-and-delicates-washing soaps. (I have a Thing about laundry ok.)
I might wash a little bit of it by hand here and have Middle-Little or Farmsister review carding with me, now that I have new carders (my Big Rhinebeck Purchase), so maybe I can get a bunch carded while I’m at home and come back with rolags ready to go so they can teach me to spin.
Exciting. OK that’s enough sitting, off to the hardware store! I have to buy tiny bolts, nuts, and washers for the potpourri display, and also I have to stop by Tractor Supply and buy some pig castration kits. I feel very weird buying that, but it’s on this shopping list that was handed to me. … Let’s not consider it too closely.
