October Wrapup

    All I got from Hawaii was a terrible cold, a terrible cold, a terrible cold. . . .  Plus I ran out of soffit panels and the supplier hadn’t reordered yet.  So, soffit is not done yet.   Lots of things got put on hold.

     Neither of us felt like going anywhere Wednesday or Thursday, so home we stayed.  I worked some both days, but didn’t do a lot.  On Friday, I had an appointment in Hugo at 11 a. m.  We hit snow on I-70 about Burlington and ran in it all the way. 

       We went on to Limon for lunch and took care of a few things there.  Out to the farm.  The small amount of snow turned the gravel road into oatmeal cooked.  So, wash the car to prevent the mag chloride from killing it.

 

   The two D’s showed up Saturday morning, so we took a tour.  The main event was to try out some of the arsenal, using the poor old ’50 Ford for a back drop.

 

                                          First you shoot.

 

                                           Then you check out your result.

 

                                         Then back and try again.

 

      Don’t miss the holster on the right hip.  It was a pretty good idea not to miss the headphones or earplugs, as well.  If you did miss something, you would have had lots of company.

 

     The rifle didn’t miss as much.  We all tried the .44 mag revolver.  How did Matt Dillon hit the broad side of a barn with that?

 

     Sunday was time to do a little garden clean up.  One potato plant left, about fifty carrots, mostly baby size, one not-so-big daikon radish.  I left the rest to see if they couldn’t gain a little weight.  Some hay will keep the roots from freezing for another month.

     Sunday afternoon’s exercise was to be a secret, but with the head cold, I was glad for the help.

 

 

     Digging the holes wasn’t much fun.  The packer did its job well.  Our windmills shall not be without their tulips, maybe. 

      Nobody asked any more questions if I told them that tulips and windmills go together like clogs and Vaseline.  Heel balm, maybe.

 

      A ten-foot piece of conduit and a short piece of angle iron insures even placement.  We will see if spring brings us pretty flowers, and another invasion, this one of tourists flocking to see our windmills and our tulips.

     Next: the wind farm ribbon-cutting ceremony.