Thursday, June 18, 2009

Yep. Goooood day.

Well, we didn't make a lot of progress on the shower today. I had a bit more energy than the previous two days, but my mind was mush this morning and I wasn't going to take on an unfamiliar plumbing job on an expensive piece of equipment. But we did get the trench dug for the drain pipe, and then we got to working on the composting toilet in the barn. My poor friend M has been without a working bathroom for nearly a week now, so since the toilet was a simpler project and we no longer have outside contractors poking around what-all we're doing, that seemed like a good thing to do. That toilet is now (hopefully - I've still got questions about how pleasant it will be to live with) on line. We have a date to hit the shower first thing in the morning.

Along about 3:30 we went to visit D&L to cut the 4X4 legs for the shower pedestal, and while there I asked to borrow D's water level so I can measure and cut the pier forms for The Secret Lair. Turns out they'd needed a much longer one for the big house they're building, and the pack rats had chewed little holes in their old one which they've sealed here and there with tape and RTV, so they just gave it to me.

This evening we three got together for a nice dinner (we've been sharing dinner duties day-to-day) and then sat out for an hour until it got too dark. Very pleasant. Ghost, I'm very happy to report, has made a friend. I've often noticed that Ghost has been getting kind of sour: I think he's bored. The older dogs don't want to play, and Little Bear is just too clumsy and clingy to provide Ghost's kind of fun. But Beauty, W's dog, is an excellent match for Ghost. They both love to run and chase rabbits, they're about equal in size and age, and they've really hit it off. When we're having dinner they play constantly, with Little Bear blundering between them like a stereotypical annoying little brother you tolerate but don't really encourage. Actually the two packs have been mingling much more this time than they did on previous visits, with much less friction. There have been a few scraps, but nothing serious or chronic. One that particularly amused me happened early on: W's aging pit bull Bruno took a dislike to something that Little Bear did and proceeded to teach him some manners. Magnus - who is not at all averse to knocking Little Bear for a loop when he deserves it - saw this and lumbered into action. There were teeth and snarls and flying slobber for a few seconds between Magnus and Bruno, Bruno backed off, and then Magnus knocked Little Bear down and disciplined him for he knew not what.

All in all we're settling in as well as can be expected and better than I feared. And now I'm going to bed.

1 comment:

C.M. said...

Did ya drown in your shower Joel?