. . . and so am I. This week has definitely not gone as planned. Saturday, I had a wonderful time playing at being a Revolutionary War re-enactor. I got to sit in the shade of a friend’s canopy in front of his tent and spin and vend some soaps, yarn, and salves. We had lots of visitors watching me and then Mark as he demonstrated scrimshaw work on cow horns that he makes into period powder horns. There were many vendors of other goods and demonstrators of various skills. I came home with a new apron and the shallow crowned straw hat that the ladies of the period wore. It needs to have ribbon added around the crown and to tie it on so it doesn’t blow away.
Sunday, we had invited our daughter and grandkids over for dinner. I bought a pork shoulder on Friday, put it in the Instant Pot on slow cook for 10 hours with Carolina style vinegar to make barbecue. This was done before I left on Saturday morning. When I got home, it still had an hour or so to go and we left together to go to the street festival in Blacksburg to look around and buy food from a street vendor. We came home with a signed copy of a book by a local author, Michael Abraham. We had read most of his other books and this is his newest where he followed the path of the Powhatan Arrow train that I used to ride from Norfolk to Farmville when I was in college. I also found some beautiful pottery plates and purchased 3 to replace several of ours that have broken in the last couple of years.
When we got home, I checked the BBQ and it was cooked through but wouldn’t shred, so I left it in the Instant Pot, set it for pressure cook for 40 minutes, and it was perfect. It was stored away in the refrigerator until time to reheat it for dinner with the family on Sunday. We ate too much and enjoyed each other’s company until they left for home. With about an hour and a half of daylight left, I set out on the riding lawn mower we bought new in May to try to get some of the yard mowed. With the hot dry it wasn’t growing much, but then the rain returned and it grew with a vengeance. I was about a third done when the mower’s engine cut off and wouldn’t restart. That require Jim and me to push it uphill from behind the house to the garage.
Monday morning was spent in a series of frustrating calls trying to figure out whether it had to be returned to Lowe’s or taken directly to a repair shop and which one did warranty work for that brand for Lowe’s. Neither Lowe’s nor the repair shop would pick it up without an exorbitant fee, so we moved our trailer down near the house, pushed the mower up the driveway hill until we were above the trailer, tilted the trailer bed and used gravity to help us get the mower up onto the trailer, then drove it the hour plus to the town with the repair shop, unloaded it with them, and returned home. Monday was shot.
This morning, knowing that the rest of the week is going to be disrupted, I put on work clothes to try to finish the deck cleanup.
The wood that was salvageable for chicken coop and barn repair jobs was cleared of nails and brackets to be stored in the barn. To do this, a long pry bar and a framing hammer were used to remove the sharp metal. This morning after a couple of hours of clearing nails and brackets, I managed to pinch the tip of my right index finger between the pry bar and an old nail and bracket, breaking the skin and bleeding a lot for a tiny cut. It had been 7 or 8 years at least since I had had a DTAP shot, so the work was stalled for a while, the cut costing a few hours work, a $38 copay, and a sore arm after I got a load up to the barn, then Jim helped me get two more up. The Pharmacist warned me that my arm would feel like she beat me tomorrow. Since we were out for that, a trip to Wilderness Road Regional Museum was made to deliver a tray of my products for them to sell.
While there, a possible date was set for me to teach the first of maybe several classes. The first on selecting herbs and wild plants, infusing them, and making salves. Once home, it was back into work clothes to see if more of the bracket and nail removal could get done today, and with much persistence and many hours of work, all the boards are free of sharp objects, and only two doubled joists that I can barely turn over, much less pick up have been moved to storage in the barn.
The last long board that I could handle alone ready for it’s trip up the road. The remaining two are in the grass in the foreground. They will be moved with help later this week. After all of the clean up, I used the carefully adjusted brush hog to finish the mowing from Sunday night while we await the diagnosis and hopefully warranty repair on the 10 week old riding mower.
Tomorrow, I am leaving alone to go to Shrine Mont. My brother and part of his family, my sister and her granddaughter, and a cousin are there. I see those members of the family too infrequently to not make the 3 hour drive. I will spend one night there and visit.
On Friday, the Newport Agricultural Fair begins, it is the oldest Ag fair in Virginia. Between 4 and 8 p.m., I have to get the knitted items that I am submitting for judging delivered. We will enjoy some of the events on Friday and more on Saturday and pick up my items after judging and display.
I am glad that the deck destruction is done. Now the reconstruction can begin. We will be leaving in a little more than a week to go to Hawaii with our youngest and his family and our daughter in law will farm sit for us.
Tonight I am tired with sore muscles, back, finger, and arm. I am done.