Yesterday was another dismal day, even though the early morning had promised radient sunshine.
The ground is still soggy from all the rain, and there was a pretty brisk wind all day. I put some laundry on the line, wanting to take advantage of the breezy weather.
Something had turned over the cat's food storage container, and I suspected a raccoon. Steve viewed the recording from the security system, and, sure enough, it was this incredibly fat raccoon. It had gone into the humane trap, but didn't spring the door. I extended the trap another foot in length, so maybe the nixt time, I'll catch Mr. Rocky Raccoon. It was incredible to watch the film of the cats not even seemingly knowing the raccoon was there, and he was tearing up the whole back porch. I need to catch him so badly.
I was cleaning out some cabinets in the kitchen, and opened an old address box. In the bottom of it, I found the very old gum wrapper that Ramona Clabo had given me many years ago with Carl and Rutl Pike's phone number on it, so that I could get in touch with people in the Truth. I had written Betty's number on it in my own hand. I laminated it to keep it as a souvenier. Carl, Ruth, and Betty were like family to me. I was so deeply grieved when Carl died.
I fed all the birds, and checked on maintenence things while up there. As soon as it's reliably warm and somewhat dry, I'm going to have some 'beefing up' to do to some of the top netting. The recent snow and cold was pretty hard on it. Some of it droops pretty low, now, but I can fix that.
I worked in my Hut for quite a while yesterday afternoon. It takes so long to do anything in there, I have so much stuff. I asked Steve if I could get some more luan panelling to do the living room and kitchen walls, so that I could use my sun shields for wall insulation. I'll be glad to have done it this summer when the sun is shining on the metal walls on the outside. It will pay for itself in savings for air conditioning.
My legs hurt so badly last night.
Our water is brown again, so I didn't really enjoy a hot bath.
Steve is doing some better with his temperment. Perhaps he's read some of my posts, or someone has slipped him a word of caution. He's not yelling so much, but I can tell he wants to.
I'd like to get the floor covered in the bedroom of the Hut today, but Steve is reluctant, so I don't know if we'll get it done. He doesn't want to do it until we've got all the things into the room that we're going to use there. But then, we'll have to move them back out to put the floor covering down. I'd just rather do it now, and put some heavy brown paper (which I have in abundance) on the floor to protect it until we got through with the furnishings. I don't know what will be the outcome.
I'd like to get some insulation on the holes under the floor before we have another cold spell, but I don't know if I will have the time.
Life (at Clairemont) goes on.
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