Since today the wind as finally slowed down to five miles per hour, I got in some yard work.
Papers to burn, and I walked around picking up lots of tiny bits of aluminum that used to live in a big box under the camper, but a few nights ago we had at least 75 mph winds, as plywood was blowing as well. I had picked that up the day before and today the aluminum. Even with thinsulate mittens my fingers got very cold!
I moved fast and no cats helped me since they are snuggled in the barn.
No signs of the two new cats dumped off on me last night. They were males and tame but from another place where owners did not want them. No guarantees they would stay with us since they were older cats.
We only take boy cats so no multiplication worries. They were dropped off in the dark (we let them do this) and the poor cats were not happy. Will I ever see them? It is a big barn but not sure they would stay since four other cats live in the barn.
This morning I checked the barn but only saw my cats. Three snuggled in the hot box, looked out at me and tucked back in, and JoeJoe was clomping in the loft and came down to see what I was doing. He is a big cat & the loft creaked where he walked above my head.
My work jackets smell like smoke as usual. I have a 'good' jacket for going to town with. Hubby is off work for five days this week, so while I do inside and outside chores, he is talking to friends and hopefully picking up his medicines in town.
He likes living out in the country, and with no chores, I can see why. Since he works I figure this is my job and that one his.
Snow is coming in, so today was the day to get things done in the great outdoors before winds move in again. Snow is predicted from 1-6 inches meaning they just don't know. Propane tank is at 50% so no worries about that.
We are waiting for info of a funeral of a man who died suddenly at home.
He had went to the doctor, who told him he had acid reflux and ordered tests in another week. He went home, and that evening died. They missed the signs of a heart attack. He was 73, a thin active man, leaving behind a dear wife who has terminal cancer.
I think the springs on my washer are getting weak, as it is dancing no matter how well I balance the loads. I think it is from the 1980s, 1990s. Used machines are heavier built, but they need parts sometimes. That is the job of hubby. I'm glad I don't know how to fix them, or I'd have another chore on my list. There is another old washer and dryer in our basement. But who wants to carry things that far? I sacrificed space in an already tiny house for an old set to be in this narrow room. So worth it! My favorite location would be in the bedroom, but that floor freezes and not a good place for water pipes. It is narrow room as well, made up of various porches over the years, and finally made into a part of the house.
Yes, I have a very makeshift home here. Now all the rooms are correctly attached together. When in full remodel, with some walls down to studs, a lot of defects were found and corrected. It is amazing it stood the test of time.
Time to fold some clothes, sweep the floor for a 2nd time as I tracked in some dirt again. I refuse to take my shoes off in the winter. Floors are too cold!
I am staying the same with my weight and I got to the chiropractor, so the pain should be decreasing over the next few days.