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Yesterday I put up the insulation in the yurt– not the quilts, but the radiant barrier insulation sheets I use to block wind. It was only in the 50s last night, and so I woke up comfortable enough, but it’s supposed to be in the low 40s tonight, so I might try to get the quilts in tonight, and block off the last few holes, and such. We’ll see.
I also would like to get the chimney set back up but I’m not sure how the best way is to go about that. I could have a fire! It’s just. The chimney’s not very steady, so I take it down whenever it’s not in use. But then I’m not about to go groping around in the dark to set it up, so. I need to figure out a way of bracing it so that it can remain up for a whole night, for example. It sure would be nice to be able to have a little fire in there, though I haven’t managed to secure myself a good supply of firewood yet. i figured I’d work something out this summer, and here we are. Whoops.
Spent today doing odd jobs around the place to get ready for chicken processing tomorrow. I got to put Farmkid on the bus. Did you know, it’s now a policy, at least locally, that they won’t let kids off the bus unless an approved adult is present to meet them? Apparently it matters! I’m sure there were enough abductions by non-custodial parents etc that it’s had to become a policy, but the very idea that someone’s not only got to be home but got to demonstrate that they’re immediately present– I mean, I had to haul a lawn chair out and sit by the mailbox, because it’s a long driveway and Sister explained that they won’t let the kid off until someone’s there, and that’d mean blocking traffic. I don’t know, do they just make the kid go sit back down and continue with the bus route otherwise??
In the early afternoon, though, I drove up to the area near where I attended elementary school, to pick up a part for the combine from the tractor shop a family friend started up there. (Not Tractor Supply, of course; if you actually need tractor parts you need Telco, I guess.) It was a lovely drive– it was only in the 60s today, but brightly sunny, and the route to get there took me the back way around the Tomhannock Reservoir. (Oh go look at it on Google Streetview and see if it isn’t lovely. Now imagine it’s just starting to get kissed with the first blush of fall– the maples are green, and the oaks, but the sumacs are starting to go red on the fringes, and there are yellowed leaves in the canopies here and there, a few flashes of orange just peeking out from the overwhelming green, and the hillsides are spattered liberally deep gold yellow with goldenrod and the yellowing foliage of daylilies and other sensitive plants.)
I drove home through Schaghticoke, past my old elementary school, and didn’t stop off to visit my parents but only because I’ll see them Thursday. Farmkid beginning kindergarten has freed up two days a week they used to spend caring for her, and I’m sure they’re off doing something wild with their liberty.
I’m going to go bundle the yurt up and try to get that chimney on it. I need to find something to stand on so I can affix it. I’ll just have to hope it doesn’t blow over in the night. I slept wretchedly last night, for no reason, and I really hope I can make up for it tonight because chicken day is always a long hard day.
[photo: yurt insulation, in progress, yesterday: visible is the wooden lattice and rafters of a yurt, with silver-coated bubble wrap laced through it, and a green outdoors beyond where the canvas has not yet been flopped back into place]
Yesterday I put up the insulation in the yurt– not the quilts, but the radiant barrier insulation sheets I use to block wind. It was only in the 50s last night, and so I woke up comfortable enough, but it’s supposed to be in the low 40s tonight, so I might try to get the quilts in tonight, and block off the last few holes, and such. We’ll see.
I also would like to get the chimney set back up but I’m not sure how the best way is to go about that. I could have a fire! It’s just. The chimney’s not very steady, so I take it down whenever it’s not in use. But then I’m not about to go groping around in the dark to set it up, so. I need to figure out a way of bracing it so that it can remain up for a whole night, for example. It sure would be nice to be able to have a little fire in there, though I haven’t managed to secure myself a good supply of firewood yet. i figured I’d work something out this summer, and here we are. Whoops.
Spent today doing odd jobs around the place to get ready for chicken processing tomorrow. I got to put Farmkid on the bus. Did you know, it’s now a policy, at least locally, that they won’t let kids off the bus unless an approved adult is present to meet them? Apparently it matters! I’m sure there were enough abductions by non-custodial parents etc that it’s had to become a policy, but the very idea that someone’s not only got to be home but got to demonstrate that they’re immediately present– I mean, I had to haul a lawn chair out and sit by the mailbox, because it’s a long driveway and Sister explained that they won’t let the kid off until someone’s there, and that’d mean blocking traffic. I don’t know, do they just make the kid go sit back down and continue with the bus route otherwise??
In the early afternoon, though, I drove up to the area near where I attended elementary school, to pick up a part for the combine from the tractor shop a family friend started up there. (Not Tractor Supply, of course; if you actually need tractor parts you need Telco, I guess.) It was a lovely drive– it was only in the 60s today, but brightly sunny, and the route to get there took me the back way around the Tomhannock Reservoir. (Oh go look at it on Google Streetview and see if it isn’t lovely. Now imagine it’s just starting to get kissed with the first blush of fall– the maples are green, and the oaks, but the sumacs are starting to go red on the fringes, and there are yellowed leaves in the canopies here and there, a few flashes of orange just peeking out from the overwhelming green, and the hillsides are spattered liberally deep gold yellow with goldenrod and the yellowing foliage of daylilies and other sensitive plants.)
I drove home through Schaghticoke, past my old elementary school, and didn’t stop off to visit my parents but only because I’ll see them Thursday. Farmkid beginning kindergarten has freed up two days a week they used to spend caring for her, and I’m sure they’re off doing something wild with their liberty.
I’m going to go bundle the yurt up and try to get that chimney on it. I need to find something to stand on so I can affix it. I’ll just have to hope it doesn’t blow over in the night. I slept wretchedly last night, for no reason, and I really hope I can make up for it tonight because chicken day is always a long hard day.
[photo: yurt insulation, in progress, yesterday: visible is the wooden lattice and rafters of a yurt, with silver-coated bubble wrap laced through it, and a green outdoors beyond where the canvas has not yet been flopped back into place]
