It takes an inch
of moisture to fill the inner tube. It’s
about two-thirds full. That is the
entire accumulation from the past three days.
While the media ballyhooed the rain, hail, snow, and closed roads near
the front range, we struggled to ring out a little over half an inch.
Here is an
appropriate Eastern-Colorado joke. That
time it rained for forty days and forty nights, Karval got an inch and a
half. We are not that far from Karval.
It was misty,
foggy, windy and cold much of that time, so time for an indoor project. Time to find the top of the shop
workbench. It was there.
(That’s the “after”
shot. I forgot to shoot the “before”
picture.) The ultimate goal was to free
up space in the “Orrie” cabinet to house the pesticides and other harmful
stuff, where it can be secured against small hands that might go exploring
there. I DID pay attention at the
pesticide applicator’s meeting. (Wash
your hands BEFORE going to the bathroom.)
Actually, I have
been wanting to store the chemicals in the cabinet for quite a while. The meeting renewed my resolve. Maybe having a one-year old grandson helped,
too?
This is the “before”
picture of the chemical storage. To make
room for the jugs and bottles, the bottom shelf of the cabinet had to be
vacated. It was full of nails and a few
screws.
The job isn’t
quite done. The cabinet can be closed
but not locked.
I know how an
earthworm must feel, taking a bite and moving forward and pooping out the same
amount on the other end. Things get
displaced but not eliminated. That is to
say I couldn’t discard much. The nails
had to find a new home. I know something
about hoarding. (I dasn’t ever tell you
how I know.) Build shelves.
Something else
had to go. Fortunately, a lot of that
was good for kindling, and a fire in the old stove felt good.
It’s still a bit
crowded, especially with the addition of the Ford tractor, due for a little
maintenance. But I had room to get it
in.
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