Big day
Well, the new chicken coop is almost done, and the builder is still working in the dark. It's quite the structure; we could use it for a mother-in-law suite. We'll have to paint it, and wire it if we wish.
And I now have a tractor: a 1950 Ford 8N. I drove it home 3 miles, my first tractor driving ever. It shifts backwards from a car, and it doesn't seem to want to shift while in motion, so it took me a mile to find 4th. I eventually got up to 13 mph, according to Rusty, who was driving behind. No tie on, let alone a suit, but I still had my work clothes on and felt quite Oliver Wendell Douglas-ish. Now all I need are some implements so I can actually DO something with it.
With all this excitement, and the long weekend, I completely forgot that I had a choral rehearsal tonight. I feel so bad...mea culpa, mea maxima culpa....especially because I was conducting part of it.
All this work...I suppose that on some level, I'm just a bit too much like French royalty playing nymphs and shepherds. But I'm sure the Sun King never did anything the slightest bit physically dangerous, though his music director certainly did. As I do. But if it were really the case that this is just an extended fête champêtre, we'd need mzwyndi and airrelic to offer the proper degree of authenticity. BYO sheep.
Pictures when it's daylight, if I get a fast enough dialup connection.
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