If It’s a Job, Do It

Tomorrow we are going to start clearing out The Shed. It’s extremely important to me that we start while it’s still chilly because the nonsensical part of my brain believes that’s going to help prevent any hantavirus issues. This is the same part of my brain that believed the doll I once feared would come to life and murder me, would not come to life and murder me if I put it under a cardboard box in my closet. I’ve tried reasoning with myself but I’m very stubborn.

It’s going to be a lot of work because the people who lived here before us left a ton of junk inside. There’s a big orange tube? I don’t know what it is. It looks like a giant rubber fire hose. There’s a desk, shelves, a bunch of welded horse shoes, and poop. I don’t think the poop was theirs.

After we chainsaw the junk that can be chainsawed, I have the privilege of mopping the whole thing down. Everywhere I look it’s being recommended that I use a bleach and water mixture to disinfect it all, so I’m going to use vinegar and pine essential oils. See? Stubborn.

Title From:
Cowboy Logic
by Michael Martin Murphey

Tomatoes on the Vine and Onions

I’ve been experiencing a growing desire to live a more environmentally conscious, self-reliant, healthier lifestyle. We cut processed foods from our diets a few years ago. There is still the occasional craving for Hot Pockets, I’m not going to lie, but for the most part we eat wholesome, local, organic, non-GMO foods. It’s not cheap. I don’t even want to tell you that our grocery bills run around $350 per week, but I will, because they do. My first apartment was only $450 a month. Good grief.

To help offset some of that, we’re planning to grow a lot of our own produce this year. We have plans for rutabagas, four or five¬†different types of peppers, potatoes, carrots, onions, radishes, parsnips, cucumbers, watermelons, and a full potted herb garden. We will also be converting the goat barn without goats, sometimes referred to as The Shed, into a chicken coop, so we can stop spending $5 for a dozen eggs.

It’s going to be so much work¬†and I’m genuinely excited.

Title From:
I Love
by Tom T. Hall