We’re about to start our 3rd day at the rock farm. Friday the 13th (2024).

We got off the rough roller coaster ride with getting the occupancy permit for our home. And then hopped onto the HEY-LET’S-MOVE-OUR-SHIT-IN ride. Thankfully, TS and I have had only a handful of snarling-matches. As I drink coffee with TS talking to her Hamilton-lifeline, I can give a brief visual overview of our rock farm.

Before I continue my day, I’m asking TS for a tour of her efforts. I can natter on about what I did. She was doing a metric fuckton of work inside… and that included dealing with my rage about losing the red snowplow ignition key (Cub Cadet, would it kill you to put that bloody safety device on a lanyard?! That was a misguided design).

missing ignition key
I misplaced my spare. And that plastic resists drill bits (so I can’t retrofit with a key ring). Buy spares! FFS.

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