Monday, November 9, 2015

Tying Up Loose Ends on the Homestead

 
Tiny bouquet of fall mums

We had several foggy damp days last week, but Friday and Saturday were beautiful.  It was sunny and breezy and a little cool, but that made working outside very pleasant.

I was able to do the final grass cutting of the season on Friday.  And then my daughter and son-in-law surprised me by coming up on Saturday to help me with all the rest of my projects.  They removed the air conditioners from the windows, replaced a door in the dining room, moved a heavy piece of furniture down the stairs for me, loaded a pile of scrap metal in my pick-up, and my son-in-law brought more bales to insulate the south side of the house.  He remembered that most of the water pipes are on that wall, and although it's the south side, when there is a freaky weird south wind in the winter, they will all freeze. The bales he brought were actually made of corn stalks, something his brother is experimenting with.

A thought about scrap metal around your homestead. Scrap metal can be hazardous if you have livestock, they can eat it or step on it or get tangled in it, or it can cause damage to your mowing equipment.  Pick an area of brick or concrete where you can collect scrap until you have enough to make a trip to the salvage yard.  If you use a grassy area, the grass will grow up in it and it'll be a mess to keep clean and to pick up when you're ready to load it.  Below is a photo of my truck with a modest load of scrap that I took to our salvage yard.  Usually I'll wait until I have a bigger load, but wanted to take advantage of my son-in-law's muscles on Saturday.  The salvage yard will weigh your truck with and without the scrap and then pay you for the difference in weight.

My truck loaded with scrap metal.  I got $4.35 for this.

I recently learned that copper is much more valuable than regular metals and should be saved and weighed separately.  If you mix it with your regular scrap, you'll get the regular price, which is much less than copper alone will bring.  The salvage yard said prices for scrap metal have really dropped.  It seems like the price for my load was pretty low, but I don't argue with them, I just take what they give me and thank them.  These guys are kind of my neighbors, and sometimes good will is worth more than making an extra buck, especially if you're a lady.

I started burning off my brush piles, which mostly went well.  I cleaned the gutter on my front porch, which was packed with leaves.   And I took my truck into the shop for an oil change and winterizing tune up.

Before the kids went back down south, I treated them (and myself) to an all-you-can-eat buffet at Hibachi, a chinese restaurant.  I can never eat my money's worth, but I still enjoy the food.

As I've been working around the place the past week, I thought of a few miscellaneous things to mention.

When you're dismantling your straw bales to use for mulch, be careful to properly dispose of the string or wire the bales are wrapped with, especially if the string is plastic.  Old-fashioned twine will eventually rot away, but is still a danger to mowing equipment, livestock, or your own feet when it's new.  Wire and plastic string can be very damaging to large livestock as it can wrap around their legs or feet and even smaller animals can become entangled in it.  I once had a chicken swallow nearly the whole length of string used to fasten a bag of laying mash, and I had to pull it back up out of her crop.

When I burn the brush piles I don't use just gasoline to get them started.  Gasoline will flash up fast but burns away quickly.  I mix diesel fuel or kerosene with a small amount of gasoline and use this.  The kerosene/diesel fuel burns more slowly, so the gasoline gets it started but the diesel fuel will keep it burning.  Sometimes I'll use motor oil to drizzle over the pile before I pour on the gasoline, too.  I never add gasoline to a fire already burning.

Be aware of the area around your brush pile.  Rake away all the dead grass and leaves surrounding the brush before you light it, as a brush fire can spread quickly, especially in the fall with all the dead vegetation accumulating.  I had two piles going at the same time Saturday, quite some distance apart, and one of them almost got away from me. ... Also remember to scare away any furry or feathery things hiding in your brush pile before you light it.

Put your snow shovel by the door before you actually need it, so you won't have to go to the shed for it.  Sometimes just a skiff of snow can be swept off with a broom.  And I don't care how bad you think salt is for your concrete steps/sidewalk, any damage you might do to your concrete is better than slipping and falling outside... especially if you're a country widow living on your own.  I keep a container of salt near each exterior door.

A couple of country weather tips that were passed onto me by people much older and wiser than myself that I thought I'd share:

If you're wanting to cut the grass, when you get up in the morning check to see if there's dew on the grass.  If there's dew, that means no rain later and you can plan on cutting.  If the grass is dry, it's going to rain later in the day.

Most wind will come from south and west in the summer and from north and west in the winter.  An easterly wind usually brings moisture, and lots of it.  In summertime, there will be lots of rain; in winter it means a heavy snowfall.

I gave wind direction some thought this fall and decided to park my truck facing northeast.  In this way I can pull out of the drive when snow is deep rather than having to back out like I have in the past.  I think driving forward will make the most of my 4 x 4 options.  Even though it is facing a kind of northerly direction, at least it's not straight north or northwest.

I wish I had paid more attention to my parents, because they were full of wisdom about country weather.  There were a lot of tornadoes where I grew up and I used to hear Daddy up pacing the floor at night during storms, watching for funnel clouds.  I knew he would let us know if we had to head to the basement.  One time, on a visit back home, we were outside watching some storm clouds move away from the farm.  Then Daddy said, "The wind is going to change and they'll start coming back toward us."  I sort of smirked, because that would be totally unlikely given the typical direction of storm clouds and wind.  However, we soon felt a puff of wind in our faces and the storm turned around and came back toward us.  I still can't explain this.  I did learn, though, no matter how smart you think you are... never smirk at your daddy!

I think that about covers all I wanted to share.  I hope these things are helpful to those of you needing ideas about successful country living.  Enjoy these beautiful autumn evenings with someone you love or doing something that's especially comforting for you.  For me tonight, I'm looking forward to a hot bath while sipping wine and watching Bones on my Kindle!

Blessings,

Katrinka

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Hope


I've mentioned that I see many similarities between nature and the things we experience in our own lives.  In the photo above, a beautiful display of pink and white impatiens has been overflowing all summer.  When frost threatened, I dug up two of the plants and brought them inside.  I cut the rest of the plants off at ground level and threw them on the brush pile.

I've been a little extra heavy-hearted lately.  Although I love the fall, it does bring the closing of summer and the days get shorter and there's less time for working outside.  Being outside in the sun and working hard is the way I was raised.  I don't think I'm fanatical about it, I enjoy being inside and cooking and doing homey things, too.  And watching Netflix and drinking beer.  But I'm comfortable spending part of the day doing some strenuous work outside.

Another reason for me being heavy-hearted are the changes this year has brought me.  People I love have moved out of my life, for one reason or another, and I do hate to let go of people I love.  I guess I'm learning, though, that just because I love someone or something, it doesn't mean I have to keep them. It's possible to love without ownership... the ultimate in unconditional, no-strings-attached love.  Maybe that's how God feels?  He loves us all, even those who reject Him.  It makes me feel  better to think that way, anyway. ... To think that maybe I'm learning, a little bit, to love like God does.

I'm old enough, and have been through enough, to know that I will feel better some day.  There's even a scripture that says "... weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."  That's Psalm 30:5.  Mostly the 'night' is much more than one night, but that's where the waiting comes in.  I talked in an earlier post of learning to wait, and this is part of that waiting for me.  Waiting patiently, or sometimes waiting impatiently, is changing me.  I'm growing up a little bit.  Maybe some day I'll be a big girl after all.

So, knowing that some day I will feel better means I'm hoping for a better day... a better time.  I know that sometimes I have been in a place in my life that I thought I'd be there forever, that I would just stay that way and live that way until I died.  Then, either gradually or suddenly, my life takes a turn.  Sometimes I wake up one morning and look back over several months or years and realize that things have changed and they've been changing all along and I didn't even know it; sometimes I turn a corner and "boom" it happens in an instant.  But it has always happened.  So it is now for me in this new season of life.

I was thinking these thoughts a couple days ago as I worked outside, and when I headed to the house something bright pink caught my eye among the dead leaves in the empty planter.  I bent down and discovered that, although I had dug up or chopped off all of the plants in the planter, one bright pink blossom was winking up at me from the drab background.  It was stunning to see.  It immediately brought to mind my recent thoughts on waiting and hoping for better things in my own life.  How out of seemingly impossible conditions, life comes to us again.  Bright and sparkling and fresh.  And how, because of the drab background, life seems even brighter and more glorious.

You may need to click on the photo and make it larger to see my bright pink blossom.  And if you are like me, I encourage you to claim this little flower for your own, too, to give you hope and promise of a better day.

Blessings,

Katrinka

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Straw

My wonderful truck, loaded with straw bales

I mentioned in an earlier post how I had used rotted straw to mulch the veg garden, and that I'd be going out to pick up some new straw to use for placing around the foundation of the house to help keep the wind from coming inside.  I went out today and got 11 bales at $2.50 each and placed them around the north and west sides of the house.  I think I'm going to need a few more.  I'm feeling compulsive about snuggling in this winter


Here's a photo of the north and west sides of the house with the straw in place.  I'd like to get a couple more bales to place down where the trash can is.  Also, around the corner of the house to the left is a porch area that also faces north that I've never insulated before.  This is where my living room is, and I'd like to try a couple straw bales along that wall.  It's a bargain, especially when I can use the straw next summer and fall for mulch.

One year I laid the bales on edge, and they got very saturated with water.  Then another year I encased the whole mess with plastic and duct taped it in place.  This year I'm feeling very simplistic about the whole process... just happy to get them out there.  I'll say that my daddy used to do this, also employing tar paper that he tacked to the side of the house using furring strips.  The tar paper extended from several inches above the level of the bales down to ground level and then laid upon the ground so the straw bales could be placed on top of the extended tar paper.  This prevented water from leaching down behind the bales and making the siding of the house (wood) soggy.  One year our geese crawled up and ate all the tar paper off of the side of the house....  Hmmm.

He also made his own storm windows using rolls of plastic sheeting and furring strips.  The plastic was only semi-transparent.  My mother always insisted on one west facing and one north facing window to be uncovered so she could see outside.  I so love my mommy.  I totally get it now.

These straw bales are not very heavy right now because they're dry.  I had no trouble unloading the truck and placing them around.  Next spring, when I'm ready to move them, I may not be able to pick them up at all.  If they get water logged with snow and spring rain, I'll have to take them apart where they lay and haul them to the garden in pieces in my little trailer or the back of the truck.

I'm  also going to get an extra bale to insulate the discharge line for my basement sump pump.  I already placed one out there, but an extra bale won't hurt.  And I'll be a miserable country widow if my sump pump discharge line freezes, as it did a couple winters ago, and the water being pumped from my leaky basement cannot get out.  Then my basement starts to fill with water and threatens my furnace and freezer.  So...  yeah...  worth an extra straw bale at $2.50.

I'm very pleased I got this done today.  I was planning on cutting grass one more time this fall, but it's been too wet and foggy and today was no better.  My goal is to do one more cutting either this week or next, so I still have time.  I like to do a cutting in late fall to help chop up the leaves that have fallen and also to make for an easier first cutting the next spring.  Some people like to leave the grass a little longer in the fall because they believe it will help protect against the roots dying off during the winter and forming dead spots.  I don't really care about dead spots, but I do care about trying to get that first cutting in the spring done without choking out the lawn mower.

The straw man just called me back, and I'm meeting him at 4:30 to pick up 7 more bales.  Which means I can get over there and pick up the straw and finish my project this evening.  This is another advantage to having my own truck, rather than having to make delivery arrangements.  It will only take him about 10 minutes to load 7 bales of straw, but if he had to haul it to me, it would take greater time and greater planning and I'd have to pay a delivery charge.

It'll be a little on the dark-ish side when I finish, but I won't mind.So I'm a happy country widow today!

Blessings,

Katrinka

Monday, November 2, 2015

Love Scars

1976 Pontiac Trans Am

The car above is not my car, but I had a car that looked like this, only with a blue interior.  I could tell you a lot about my '76 Trans Am, because, next to my Chevy truck, this was my favorite ride... ever.  But if I start talking about the engine, the 4-speed, the wheels, ... I won't even get to the point of my story.  Sigh.  What a machine.

In the summer of 1980 I had finally paid off this magnificent vehicle.  In the fall of 1980 I totaled it.  Yeah.  It was really sad.  On my way to work.  When I lived in San Antonio.  I turned left on a green light in front of 4 lanes of oncoming traffic.  What can I say... my brain was otherwise extremely preoccupied and didn't notice the lack of the green arrow.  I think I was probably rockin' out to something on the radio...  Did I mention what a great sound system this car had?

As I said, I totaled my beautiful car.  And although there were no outward injuries, I was hurt, too.  A collapsed lung.  Probably from the blunt force of the seatbelt shoulder strap against my chest on impact during the accident.  I had two surgeries, several weeks in the hospital, a few months recovering, a couple months light duty at work, and I was back to normal again.  I was only 25 and very healthy, and yet I was sure at some point each day, sometimes several times a day, that they had released me from the hospital too soon, and that I was going to die.  It was pretty traumatic.  I have a scar that runs from the center of my chest to about 1/4 the way around my back, under my left breast, and several smaller scars lower down on my rib cage.

As fascinating as I'm sure this little story is to all of you, it's not what my title is about.  These scars are not love scars.... I guess if I had to give them a name, they would have to be called 'stupid' scars... or 'careless' scars.  I'm just thankful that no one else was injured during my lapse in judgement.

Love scars are scars we sustain when the cost of our loving is a sacrifice that leaves a mark... maybe a physical mark, such as a limp, a missing limb, dimpled skin left from a burn.  Or sometimes the scar is invisible because it's on the heart.  When we sacrifice for love, we don't always count the cost.  We don't always know what the cost will be.  Or if we think of it at all, we don't count it worthy to be in the equation, because to count the cost means we could choose not to love... and we aren't able to do that.  Love scars always hurt.  Sometimes, if the scar is from a great love, it hurts forever.   And if love isn't great, what's the point?

I know people that are so well ordered, so cool and logical, that affections can be made to submit to higher thinking.  X + Y = Z and if that's an undesirable outcome then X and Y will have to stay alone or maybe pair up with other members of the alphabet.  Only God knows how I envy these people.  It could be so convenient to be wired this way.  My affections can never be called cool...  But, as I think about it, I am quite happy with the way I'm put together.  And hopefully the people that I love feel the same way.  When I love, I always want the people I love to know they've been thoroughly loved.  When I'm gone and people think of me, I want them to think, "she loved me" and to never doubt it.

If you are like me and you love like this, don't be distressed.  To do a thorough job of loving, something will have to go out of you and into someone else.  We're big boys and girls, aren't we?  We understand that there's always a price for something great, and for something great, the price is worth it.  We know loving hurts, but we just can't help ourselves.  There's literally nothing that can be done about it.  ...  At least, that's the way I prefer to love.  Or, I should say, do love, because that's just the way I do it.  

... now about that T/A, one night I was flying through the Texas night and passed a trucker who said something on the CB about a girl in a white Trans Am that made me look at my speedometer.  I was doing 95!  And I felt like I was sitting in a rocking chair.  What a car... 

Blessings,

Katrinka