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Just handed over the cash for my yurt and helped the maker disassemble it into my car, then drove the rest of the way across the state. Arrived pretty late, so am in the usual guest bedroom at my parents’ house, and tomorrow have plans to set the thing up at my sister’s.
Last time I was here I drove as many miles between her house and my parents’ every day as I did each way across the state, so it’s not just idle fancy making me think having my own place to say on the farm is a great idea. It’s also me being sick of driving so much.
Stopped and ate some french fries at a Roy Rogers in a rest stop (the only extant Roy Rogers? Dunno) and my mood, somewhat dismal given how shitty it is to drive in heavy rain, was enormously improved by the two sixtysomething women sitting a few feet away from me absolutely dissolved in laughter. I couldn’t hear anything they were saying over the ambient noise and Muzak, I could only hear the one’s helpless high-pitched giggles as she kept trying to stop laughing, and failing. The other was definitely the instigator, and kept setting her off again, and the first one was almost crying she was laughing so hard.
I have no idea what was so funny, but I grinned the whole way through my eat-and-text session, because they were just so absolutely taken with mirth.
Tomorrow, yurt. The only thing I’m a little worried about, besides never having set one up before, is that as we were rolling up the wall canvas there were a number of wolf spiders we could not induce to flee the correct direction, and so I’m pretty sure my car is full of spiders at the moment. I’m not afraid of spiders, I have a great relationship with spiders, it just really crucially hinges on them not ever touching me. So uh. I’m actually seriously considering cutting as much mint as my sister can spare and putting it in the extra fabric at the base of the walls, to deter spiders and mice (both of which dislike mint). I should look up more information about that online while I’m computering…

Just handed over the cash for my yurt and helped the maker disassemble it into my car, then drove the rest of the way across the state. Arrived pretty late, so am in the usual guest bedroom at my parents’ house, and tomorrow have plans to set the thing up at my sister’s.
Last time I was here I drove as many miles between her house and my parents’ every day as I did each way across the state, so it’s not just idle fancy making me think having my own place to say on the farm is a great idea. It’s also me being sick of driving so much.
Stopped and ate some french fries at a Roy Rogers in a rest stop (the only extant Roy Rogers? Dunno) and my mood, somewhat dismal given how shitty it is to drive in heavy rain, was enormously improved by the two sixtysomething women sitting a few feet away from me absolutely dissolved in laughter. I couldn’t hear anything they were saying over the ambient noise and Muzak, I could only hear the one’s helpless high-pitched giggles as she kept trying to stop laughing, and failing. The other was definitely the instigator, and kept setting her off again, and the first one was almost crying she was laughing so hard.
I have no idea what was so funny, but I grinned the whole way through my eat-and-text session, because they were just so absolutely taken with mirth.
Tomorrow, yurt. The only thing I’m a little worried about, besides never having set one up before, is that as we were rolling up the wall canvas there were a number of wolf spiders we could not induce to flee the correct direction, and so I’m pretty sure my car is full of spiders at the moment. I’m not afraid of spiders, I have a great relationship with spiders, it just really crucially hinges on them not ever touching me. So uh. I’m actually seriously considering cutting as much mint as my sister can spare and putting it in the extra fabric at the base of the walls, to deter spiders and mice (both of which dislike mint). I should look up more information about that online while I’m computering…

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Date: 2015-10-10 04:17 pm (UTC)