Oh pack members, it sure has been a tough week. I really pondered becoming a day drinker, but I am sure my mother would frown upon hearing I was sipping Jack and Coke before noon.
There has been a flurry of activity going on here on our survival homesteading retreat. If I do not keep a keen eye on the two 20-something guys that are a tribe member’s son and nephew, nothing gets done – or at least done right. They are highly skilled, it is the whole comprehension thing that has become a major stumbling block.
I do not have time to babysit grown ups while meeting all of my work deadlines and accomplishing my own prepping tasks. Ugh, wow – it felt better to vent than I even thought. I actually have been babysitting while working and supervising – not sure how that happened.
But, the kiddos are far less bother bouncing about in the playroom than the grown men that I must constantly monitor or be interrupted by to answer a question that really shouldn’t have even needed to be asked. I told them the next time they became baffled or forgot something simply because I was not hovering over them I was going to staple a reminder note to their chest so I was interrupted literally every 15 minutes. They took that as the gospel as they should have and not a sarcastic threat.
Bobby wrote out a simple yet detailed to do list to help with the workflow process. It really did not help, hence my warning about stapling a memo to their chests.
I have an abundance of patience with kids, critters, and the elderly, but suffering foolishness is simply not in my skill set.
But by the end of the week, 98% of what should have been accomplished actually was – and about to 99% of my satisfaction.
The pole barn was cleaned out, and the muddy floor scraped and fresh gravel dumped in and raked – something that was on the to-do list for a very long time. Trenching and culvert to help divert the massive amount of rain we have been getting for the past year now shouldn’t cause such a problem.
Countless hay wagon loads of lumber have been brought up from the lower barn tear down, nails removed, and sorted so we can actually find a specific type of boards, post, beam, etc. when needed.
We finished plans for a lumber yard lean-to off the pole barn, and should have enough materials on hand to build it without buying anything.
Some small trees were cut down on the other side of the pole barn to enlarge a convenient space to store round bales of hay. The straw we needed for livestock bedding over the winter has arrived, and is now stacked in my tack room – after reminding the young fellers three times to do it – but I digress.
Bobby has decided to keep the rusty beauty of a tractor in the pair he bought last week. It is an intact 1937 Ford that after only a few hours of work, purrs like it just came off the assembly line:
We have a potential new tribe member. A young woman who is as beautiful and sweet as she is skilled. And for all of you Ohio preppers, she is also single with two cool little kiddos. I hit it off with her through the drive thru window of a local convenience store about four years ago. Her little girl has a skin rash that nothing was working on, and was chatting about it with a co-worker when I pulled up. I offered some home remedy advice that worked – sparking an ongoing friendly acquaintance.
Her dad taught she and her nurse sister to do any kind of “guy work” that you can imagine. She can lay block, cut wood, build about anything, do plumbing, auto mechanics, electrical work, care for livestock – and crochets, sews, embroiders by hand, among many other “girlie” skills.
I just happened to run into her in another county at a store, after not seeing her for about a year after she started working at a nursing home. She is currently between jobs and could use a little extra money, so I hired here to come out here for a while and help on some home remodeling projects. She is taking over my supervision of the 20-somethings to save my sanity…and them.
In other news this week, puppies will soon be pouncing around our hill, whether I like it or not. Bobby’ blue heeler, Ruger, mated with our daughter’s Australian Shepherd.
This is the scene I was greeted with when I heard high-pitched dog-ish wails coming from the edge of our woods:
I am trying to look on the bright side about having a combo heard dog and livestock guardian dog, but the gene pool between Ruger and Cowgirl is somewhat questionable, in my opinion – although Bobby and our daughter, who is Cowgirl’s human, would not agree.
The grandkiddos and the plethora of other kiddos who converge in the playroom on a regular basis, got an awesome new Waldorf style toy to enjoy. The 20-somethings, Bobby, and our son-in-law turned my design into a reality last weekend, and then I had tons of fun decorating it. I fell in love with the simple wood tree houses, but was not about to pay between $100 to $300 for one.
The only other preps I did this week were doing some more dedicated cooking on cast iron training with Auddie. I use the sessions as math, comprehension, nutrition, and farm-to-table lessons – but she just thinks she is having some fun one-on-one time with her Yaya:
This week’s Questions:
1. Since the Pack enjoys talking politics like I do, predictions for the Midterms? I consider this a prep, because the future of America is at stake.
2. How do you approach adding a new member to your survival tribe?
3. How did y’all prep this week?