Monday, November 8, 2010
John Boy: Pa, pass the peas.
Pa: Here you go John Boy.
I guess now that the cold weather has hit the flies are all looking for a nice warm place to spend the winter. Apparently they have decided to move from the barn into the house. No kidding, I easily have killed 20 flies today. Luckily I have a hand fly swatter and am pretty adept at hitting the little buggers. Oh, wait a minute, there goes another one. SWAT! Got him! I can't stand the thought of fly paper even in the barn where it is used. I think it is extremely disgusting seeing a long strip of sticky paper with dead and struggling flies all over it. I actually think swatting them is faster and more kind.
I think that I honed these skills playing whack a mole. You know that game at the arcade where you hold a big hammer and when a mole sticks its head up you whack it. Very close to fly killing. SWAT!
I wonder how long this will go on? I have already been warned about the upcoming infestation of mice once the weather gets cold. Really looking forward to that. I am trying to make an agreement with the insects and animals--I won't live in their space and eat their food if they will not live in my space or eat my food. Seems fair enough to me.
Posted by Wander Woman at 3:33 PM
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I think I am living in the 1930's house. One of the family members here has gone off to war, there are farm animals in the barn which need tended, we scrimp as much as possible as we are in the midst of a severe recession and we heat with a wood stove. I am in charge of the heat. This is no small task. It started out with the realization that in early fall there was no stockpile of firewood. Of course my first thought was to call the firewood man and have him deliver loads of wood to the house, but that is not the case here in the country. Besides in the midst of a d(r)ecession that would have cost too much. (oh, I forgot we are in the 1930's house-no cheating!) We had to cut, split and stack the wood in the basement. Luckily farm families are close and we had help of relatives to do this work. It took three or four days and several cases of beer to haul wood to the splitter then from the woods to the house, dump it on the ground, toss it through the basement window and then stack it in the basement. This was really hard work. The good news it that I have lost 10 lbs since coming to work on the farm. Of course my hands look like a farmers--where is that bag balm??
Once the cold weather arrived (shortly after we had the wood stacked) it was time to build a fire and keep it going. Now I know what they meant when they said "keep the homefires burning" as I do it every day. I feel just like Freddie Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street as I trudge into the basement several times a day, open the door to the burning inferno and throw in more wood. No one likes to go into the basement so that makes it a little more creepy.
Regulating the temperature is tricky as best. Most days I am sweating and peeling off clothes and that's just the menopause! The excessive heat from the wood burner doesn't help. The thermostat works like this: too hot? open some windows-- too cold? throw more wood on the fire. It took me awhile to learn how to make the fire last all night. I draw the line at getting up in the middle of the night to put on more wood. I will literally lie shivering under the covers and praying for morning before I get up and go down to put on more firewood. Just one of my quirks but I am highly adverse to getting out bed into the cold. I did finally find that piling as much wood as possible into the stove and closing the damper part way will just about get us through a night. I am able to come down in the morning to some fairly substantial embers and add more wood without having to go through the whole fire starting thing again.
Well gotta go let the bread raise. I'm ready for PBS as soon as they show up with the cameras!
Posted by Wander Woman at 1:55 PM