Prepping « Robin Writes

Sadly, I’ve not been able to get down to the farm since our work weekend, although I’m going for a short time this coming weekend. My mom’s going to be in town and wants to see the place, so we’ll drive down and back, after she takes some photos.

My husband was there this weekend, though. He got the barn cleaned up and the pit drained—oh, I didn’t mention the pit? We saw it first in the pictures, trying to imagine what it was for; someone suggested storm shelter, another claimed it would make a good wine cellar. Turns out, the guy who built the barn was planning to refurbish old school buses and was going to use the pit for draining oil, etc. Don’t think he ever did, but now it’s full of water. Or was.

He also got the sinks cleaned in the house, and the tub and shower. Yay! Had to heat water, as the water heater itself is kaput. Aside from the fact that when we first turned on the water and the thing leaked from the top—and by “leaked” I mean that it sprayed all over the lean-to which, as I also said, needed a good cleaning anyway. Still does.

So next order of business is a new water heater, and a showerhead. I’m sure those who come down to visit will appreciate both these things!

No, we still haven’t hung the new gate or built out the campsite, but we have all the materials so that’s a good start. The problem, at least during the school year, is having the time to go down in between jobs and school. ‘Cause, oh yeah, the kid got a job caddying at a local club. Which is good, but not so good for several-day adventures!

We’ve also managed to move a fair amount of “stuff.” Have to hold off on more for now, until we can do some building inside the barn, for storage. Most of our camping gear, and things that are duplicates—like tools and cookware and so forth—is already there.

However, the critical chore is breaking ground for the garden. I have seeds and seedlings that need to planted very, very soon. So, yeah, another big project. Think I’ll ask Santa for a tractor this year . . .

First, I want to give a shout-out to our new friend Ed, who had asked if he could leave his trailer at the farm in between a fishing weekend and helping us out with clean-up. Instead, he ended up camping out there for almost a week AND re-filled the dumpster! Not to mention that he had a lot of helpful suggestions all weekend long, and a lot more for future improvements . . . Oops, and dinner on Friday night!

We came out Friday and decided to just sleep in the house, sans furniture, because of all the junk still lying around. Electric and water were turned on, everything worked, nothing leaked. Yay!

Went to bed around 10:30. It was dark. Very dark. My husband asked if we should turn on a light. YES! Um, please? Well, when I said “no furniture,” that meant “no bed.” Damn, the floor was hard, in spite of a lot of quilts underneath us. I knew my first job in the morning would be taking Advil. It was.

Then we heard a “blup.” And another. WTH? Kind of sounded like a dripping faucet, but my husband checked them all. Nope. That wasn’t it. Then we heard a few other things . . . I tried to tell myself it was just the sounds of the house, but it wasn’t quite working.

I kept thinking of all the horror movies I’ve seen, and I’ve seen quite a lot of them. Especially “Cabin in the Woods.” Um . . . Well, we never did find anything, but I swear, I woke up every half hour until the sun came up . . .

On Saturday morning, we located the campsite and marked it—thankfully—and literally pushed over a few dead trees. Timberrrrrrr!

The rest of our “crew” arrived around 10:30 and got the full tour. Since we only have one interior wall in the house, and no interior doors but lots of windows, the word of the day was “BATHROOM!” at which point everyone else would turn away from the house. You know, for privacy’s sake . . . About halfway through the day, Sally rigged up two old sheets, so everyone breathed a bit easier.

We’d planned to drill holes for the outhouse and kitchen shelter and set the posts, but alas. The auger we’d ordered didn’t arrive, in STL, until about 7:00 p.m. Friday, long after we’d headed out to the farm. Go figure. Thanks, UPS. 😦

So we blew leaves. And raked leaves. From under the decks, around the trees, and all down the side “yard.” We found the firepit—quite a nice one, which we cooked on and sat around both nights, listening to whatever-that-was rustling around in the grass.

We found other things, too. Odd compost heaps, enclosed in rusted wire. Lots of gallon ice cream containers with . . . stuff in them. At least one was full of fish guts. Um, what?? And extension cords leading to the lagoon. And socks. And shoes. And—I’d ask you to guess how many waterbed mattresses we found lying around near the house, but you’d never get the answer right.

Ten. We found ten waterbed mattresses just tossed out wherever. Ugh.

Also an animal skull. And bones. Big ones. Not entirely sure from what, but I really hate to speculate.

We got rid of a ton of trash, and then burned the leaves. Well, not all of them. But a lot.

On Sunday morning, it was pouring rain. The good news is that we discovered the stove works too—good thing, because coffee was high on my list of priorities even though Saturday night was much more comfortable: we broke down and went to town Saturday and came back with an air mattress.

Plus, the house was a lot quieter. Or maybe I was just exhausted. Or maybe those four beers knocked me out and I wasn’t budging until morning . . .

We came “this” close to finishing clearing out the barn. That whole right-side wall was practically cleared off, along with a lot of other stuff lying around. Of course, the dumpster was filled again, and we still have a huge pile outside and one inside too.

By noon, I was done. D.O.N.E. Exhausted, with a three-hour drive still ahead of us, we left around noon. Whew. Busy, busy. And this morning, I started right up with the lists for the next time!