Two Silos Farm

Yesterday was one of those days where there isn’t a lot of visible progress for a day’s work. When you don’t get started until noon, that does not help things.

My hubby actually got up around 5am. He must have had a nature call, then got distracted. He spent enough time banging around building up the fire that soon I got up, got dressed and joined him. I walk into the kitchen to find him standing in front of the patio door holding his trusty Marlin 60, buck naked. He had seen a rabbit under the bird feeder, but it got scared away by a passing car (which is an unusual site that early on a Saturday also). He was waiting to see if it would come back.

Ok – it’s about 60 deg in the house, outdoor thermometer reads -10, and he was going to open the door and take a shot in his birthday suit – (me rolling eyes!)

Having missed a shot at the rabbit, hubby went back to bed and I played on the computer (I actually did a bit of real work too). About 9 am, he got back up, but wasn’t in any hurry to get back to the laundry room.

Son got up around 11, and started talking about working on his car breaks. So that provided another distraction while hubby went to the shop to move his car out, and get the heater going so the air compressor would run. By the time he got started in the laundry room, it was time for me to start working on lunch.

Hubby removed the laundry tub, and the rest of the floor.

He decided to go all the way back to the farthest joist, which resulted in him removing all the vinyl so I don’t have to scrape any of it off YEA!! Then he spent some time putting in the green treated support on the exterior wall.

About that time son had his car apart enough to know that he needed new disks along with break pads. At least he had a style of caliper that they can hone them and reuse them. His can has disk breaks all around, but the rears also have a small drum for the emergency breaks – sort of looks hat shaped. Son is currently broke, so hubby went with to pay for the parts (just into Mitchell, 12 miles away). Had a pot of chili simmering, so made corn bread while they were gone.

Finally got back to work around 2 pm, and started on the header to hang the joists off it. Don’t know if “header” is the right term – I’m not real good at remembering what is what, and hubby will get upset with me for calling a rafter a joist, or referring to something as a truss when it is not . . . I know what is needed, just not what the technical term is for it. I do a lot of the layout for our projects, and hubby does the bulk of the labor. Works for me.

Here is the thingy that the floor joists will attach too.

Then we started installing the joists. First one took some figuring, and about the time we got it done it was time to do the chores, so the horses, chickens, barn cats and dog got taken care of. Had left over chili for supper, and got a few more joists installed before calling it a night.

I stayed up on the computer a bit longer than hubby. It was about 10:30pm, and I walked by the patio door, and sure enough, there is that pesty rabbit under the bird feeder. I had all the lights off, so went into the bedroom to tell hubby. Of course, he was already stripped down and under the covers.

“That rabbit is back” I calmly told him.

“Are you serious?” was his reply – maybe he thought I was teasing just to trick him into getting out from under the warm blankets.

“Yup, he’s right there”

So hubby ended the day, standing in front of the patio door, buck naked, holding his trusty Marlin 60. This time the rabbit didn’t get away.

Cathy