Wood stove

For the past three years, a wood stove has been taking up an inordinate amount of room in our mudroom. Before that time, it had lived in our living room, where it was the backup source of heat for our house. Since a free standing wood stove that one never uses takes up a large amount of room, we had it uninstalled after complications failed to arise during the calendar change to 2000. Prior to that time, the stove worked fine: though it tended to render the living room uninhabitable due to excessive heat production.

A wood stove is not a very portable item. Despite this, I decided I would attempt to sell it at a garage sale my friend is holding this Friday. Yesterday, while I wrung my hands and kept out of the way, Jack managed to manhandle the stove onto the dolly, and moved it to the edge of the garage. On Thursday, we will load it into our stock trailer, and I will haul it to the garage sale. My friend thinks that if anyone buys the stove, it will be a good old boy with his own pickup truck and set of burly friends to manhandle it into its new home. However, since it will be in my stock trailer, I could possibly deliver it given the buyer has burly friends.

I keep wandering out to our mudroom to gloat over the newly liberated space. Anyone in Colorado Springs need a wood stove?

Bubonicon

My trip to Albuquerque with Jack on the occasion of Bubonicon was marred by a head cold. I felt a suspicious scratchiness in my throat Thursday night, and had full bore symptoms by Friday morning. However, I had a relatively pleasant time despite the cold, though I did run out of steam by late afternoon each day.

The function space in the new hotel seemed to allow for a bigger dealer’s room as well as a larger art show. The con suite was up one level from the other rooms, and due to the way the elevators worked, it was hard to go between the con suite and the other functions. Tables, both for serving and sitting, filled the con suite room, and I found it a little too cramped. However, in total, the hotel was much nicer than the one last year. The air conditioning worked a lot better as well, which is important in New Mexico.

I enjoyed my visits to rubber stamp stores “The China Phoenix” and “The Stamper’s Pad.” However, I ran out of oomph before I got to the fabulous paper store on Nob Hill. I know I am feeling puny when I can’t find the energy to visit a good paper store.

In what has become a tradition of sorts, we listed to an audiobook by Ngaio Marsh on the trip: “Spinsters in Jeopardy.” Marsh has the facility of keeping us listening while simultaneously we critique the various reasons why we don’t think much of her plotting. In this book, there were just too many coincidences: I am willing to suspend disbelief, but not to the extent Marsh required. However, the setting was gorgeous, and there were a lot of comic bits. Most importantly, it lasted all the way to Albuquerque, and most of the way back.

Chicken update


In the past week, the chickens have moved into their permanent home: a large room at the end of my friend’s lower horse barn now known as the Chicken Palace. Martha, Cassie and Sunny now have a nesting box, multiple perches made of branches and an old wooden latter, and a heat lamp for winter nights. There is a large run off the Chicken Palace for daytime activities, though we still take them for walks and watch them hunt grasshoppers. Although they look quite large in this photo, they are still extremely light weight so we keep an eye on the cats when they are outside. I would never have believed I would some day pick up a chicken, but these hens are so clean and gentle that I enjoy petting them.

More about the storm

More storms
I was right that the storms happened late enough on Tuesday evening that they didn’t make it into the local paper. This morning’s paper reported funnel clouds, hail, and wind storms all over the area, but there doesn’t seem to have been any injuries or major property damage. As I learned in this comment thread, my photo yesterday was of clouds known as “mammatus.” In my explorations of the topic, I found Kitty’s Tornado Terminology, a good glossary of terms related to violent storms.

Reorg

I was in my sewing room yesterday, looking for my old cross stitch supplies, and suddenly realized that the setup, even though it made efficient use of a tiny space, also made me feel mildly claustrophobic. No wonder I haven’t been able to progress on my sewing projects. I took my audiotapes downstairs, and spent over two hours cleaning and rearranging items, while listening to Ngaio Marsh’s “Light Thickens.” I moved two small bookcases that had been against the wall into the closet, and moved the ironing board to the wall. Everything seems much more open now.

Life (and death) in the country

I wondered why so many corvids, both magpies and ravens, had been hanging around the barn the past 24 hours. When I went out to feed the horses, I found the answer: an extensively cannibalized magpie. Following my accustomed procedure, I used a manure fork to pick it up, without looking at it anymore than necessary, and tossed it over the fence into the brushy area. I figured any risk of contagion had already taken place.

I know that when West Nile fever first moved into the area, the public health authorities were interested in collecting avian corpses, but I think everyone accepts that it is here now. One of my vets was quite ill from it last year, which she traced to one mosquito bite that she received in Pueblo county last year. I had been dilatory about getting the home horses vaccinated this year, but had scheduled an appointment a few days ago. I am glad he is coming this afternoon.

How NOT to start the day

I did something unprecedented yesterday evening: I decided to take a nap at 6:30. I almost never take naps. At 8:30, I woke up long enough to realize, “Good, Jack is feeding the horses.” At 12:30, I woke and realized I was still dressed. I took off my clothes, and went back to bed. Finally, I woke up again about 4:30, feeling completely refreshed.

So this morning I decided to catch up reading email and just relaxing. I felt more cheerful than I had since discovering Lily’s injury because it had gone down so much when I removed the wrap yesterday. The vet was quite optimistic when she saw it before she put the gel cast on it.

Then my neighbors called. They could see a deer hung up in my fence. Jack had just left for the office. We agreed to meet at the deer in five minutes and see what we could do.

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Jack

Jack
I took this photo at the reception of a wedding that Jack and I attended on Friday. It was held at the Officers Club at the Air Force Academy which has very nice facilities. Jack and the bride’s mother used to go to elementary school together, so it is safe to say we are old friends of the family. We found seats next to one of the bride’s high school teachers and his wife. I told them that it had never occurred to me to invite one of my teachers to a wedding. His wife says it happens a lot. He must be a great instructor.

Rain

We are getting more rain today. You know you have been in a long drought when you keep hearing people in the store say something like “It’s been raining for days…isn’t it great!”