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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/29naenS:unicornduke replied to your post “Chapter 2: Good Enough”
I loved getting the notif email at work because it is hot and humid as shit today and I needed a reason to keep pushing today! It was awesome!
I tell you what, the comment notifications have been getting me through some incredibly hot and humid days here. I am itchy and heat-rashy and everything is goddamn terrible, but at least people like my story.
Although last night’s MVP was the 8 D batteries I finally bought so I could have a battery-operated fan in the ger. My whole self is immensely healed just from being not sweat-marinated for a couple of hours. (And before you tilt your head inquisitively at 8 D batteries, I read a lot of reviews ok, and that fan ran all night and will run all night tonight, and that’s all I want. I have a rechargeable jump pack, but it’s not with me at present, so batteries it is.)
AND it RAINED last night. Probably like, a quarter-inch, but that also has made a huge difference. The reason it rained, naturally, is that everyone here on the farm spent all of yesterday killing themselves to finally get the emergency irrigation systems (ie, for the areas that are not normally given supplemental water; the thirsty crops already have buried drip irrigation to cut down waste) up and running. At 5pm yesterday I was coming in from putting the tiedowns onto the ger, and I coincidentally met up with two of the field crew, the farm manager, and my sister, who’d all converged on the edge of the barn by happenstance. The farm manager was drenched face to knees by his heroic battle with a sprinkler tripod, one farm hand was entirely drenched on her left side from the same, and my sister was absolutely covered head to toe sort of on purpose because she’d set up the sprinkler before she was quite done weeding, because it was just so damn hot.
(The tail-end of that project is what was depicted in the photo I put up last night, of Ann weeding the front garden in a pink skirt while the green tripod sprinkler did its thing. She commented on the Instagram pic that dodging the running sprinkler added a certain spice to things. I meant to include in the caption that the pink skirt was because we’d already gone out to dinner, and she came home and put the kid to bed and then ran out to do the last ten minutes of weeding to finish the project. “I ran out of time in the thyme,” she said, enormously pleased; usually her husband is the punner. It’s an herb garden, see, and it literally was a big bed of thyme…)
I loved getting the notif email at work because it is hot and humid as shit today and I needed a reason to keep pushing today! It was awesome!
I tell you what, the comment notifications have been getting me through some incredibly hot and humid days here. I am itchy and heat-rashy and everything is goddamn terrible, but at least people like my story.
Although last night’s MVP was the 8 D batteries I finally bought so I could have a battery-operated fan in the ger. My whole self is immensely healed just from being not sweat-marinated for a couple of hours. (And before you tilt your head inquisitively at 8 D batteries, I read a lot of reviews ok, and that fan ran all night and will run all night tonight, and that’s all I want. I have a rechargeable jump pack, but it’s not with me at present, so batteries it is.)
AND it RAINED last night. Probably like, a quarter-inch, but that also has made a huge difference. The reason it rained, naturally, is that everyone here on the farm spent all of yesterday killing themselves to finally get the emergency irrigation systems (ie, for the areas that are not normally given supplemental water; the thirsty crops already have buried drip irrigation to cut down waste) up and running. At 5pm yesterday I was coming in from putting the tiedowns onto the ger, and I coincidentally met up with two of the field crew, the farm manager, and my sister, who’d all converged on the edge of the barn by happenstance. The farm manager was drenched face to knees by his heroic battle with a sprinkler tripod, one farm hand was entirely drenched on her left side from the same, and my sister was absolutely covered head to toe sort of on purpose because she’d set up the sprinkler before she was quite done weeding, because it was just so damn hot.
(The tail-end of that project is what was depicted in the photo I put up last night, of Ann weeding the front garden in a pink skirt while the green tripod sprinkler did its thing. She commented on the Instagram pic that dodging the running sprinkler added a certain spice to things. I meant to include in the caption that the pink skirt was because we’d already gone out to dinner, and she came home and put the kid to bed and then ran out to do the last ten minutes of weeding to finish the project. “I ran out of time in the thyme,” she said, enormously pleased; usually her husband is the punner. It’s an herb garden, see, and it literally was a big bed of thyme…)
