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Slept in the house last night, for dude’s last night in town, because sister and husband and baby were out of town overnight (they went to Ithaca to look at a combine harvester and stayed over with a friend, since my sister went to Cornell and still knows people out there)– figured someone should be in the big house. Plus the yurt got interiorly-damp in one of the bazillion torrential downpours over the weekend, and I spent Saturday night sleeping on a wet pillow because of it. Ugh.
So today I went out to tidy up the yurt after dude’s visit ended, and oh my gosh spiders oh my gosh. The normal number of wolf spiders were doing their usual thing, plus a magnificent and ambitious Spotted Orbweaver had begun to set up a web from the tono’s center hole down to the handle of the umbrella, and from there I think to the bed, and I was not excited about this. So I took the umbrella out, and then detached the fabric screen circle I made that covers that hole, and pitched it out the door, with the big wolf spider and the ambitious orbweaver still clinging to it. I came back later, retrieved the fabric thing, shook it out, rinsed it well, then doused it in citronella and peppermint oil before putting it back into position.
Sorry, bros. I just can’t deal.
Then my dad showed up, as he’s doing various small repairs about the place– well, some large and some small. I got to exploring with him, a bit, and discovered that the loft of the granary has a beautiful double set of doors that are still fully functional. Got both open, and found some graffiti in very old-fashioned handwriting.
That’s dad’s hand; he’s checking the math in the lower pencil inscription.
He also thinks he possibly found the original front door key, which he’s been trying to reverse-engineer. So he’s borrowed it to take it home and see if it works in the rebuilt lock.
Never a dull moment around here. I don’t think I could collect my thoughts if I tried, though. I stink of peppermint oil but that’s just as well.
Slept in the house last night, for dude’s last night in town, because sister and husband and baby were out of town overnight (they went to Ithaca to look at a combine harvester and stayed over with a friend, since my sister went to Cornell and still knows people out there)– figured someone should be in the big house. Plus the yurt got interiorly-damp in one of the bazillion torrential downpours over the weekend, and I spent Saturday night sleeping on a wet pillow because of it. Ugh.
So today I went out to tidy up the yurt after dude’s visit ended, and oh my gosh spiders oh my gosh. The normal number of wolf spiders were doing their usual thing, plus a magnificent and ambitious Spotted Orbweaver had begun to set up a web from the tono’s center hole down to the handle of the umbrella, and from there I think to the bed, and I was not excited about this. So I took the umbrella out, and then detached the fabric screen circle I made that covers that hole, and pitched it out the door, with the big wolf spider and the ambitious orbweaver still clinging to it. I came back later, retrieved the fabric thing, shook it out, rinsed it well, then doused it in citronella and peppermint oil before putting it back into position.
Sorry, bros. I just can’t deal.
Then my dad showed up, as he’s doing various small repairs about the place– well, some large and some small. I got to exploring with him, a bit, and discovered that the loft of the granary has a beautiful double set of doors that are still fully functional. Got both open, and found some graffiti in very old-fashioned handwriting.
That’s dad’s hand; he’s checking the math in the lower pencil inscription.
He also thinks he possibly found the original front door key, which he’s been trying to reverse-engineer. So he’s borrowed it to take it home and see if it works in the rebuilt lock.
Never a dull moment around here. I don’t think I could collect my thoughts if I tried, though. I stink of peppermint oil but that’s just as well.
