Relative Something

I guess it pays to write about my “to do” list. Yesterday, with Cyndie back at work (and me home for my ‘Monday off’) I decided I should act on some of the tasks I itemized in Saturday’s post. After feeding the horses in the morning, I headed down to the basement and dove into the project of pulling sheetrock off the old entertainment center in the corner we have been using as storage space.

It went pretty well, and I was able to finish and clean up with time to spare. With that, I headed out to the shop and removed mower blades to be sharpened and started cleaning the bottom of the mower deck. The sunshine and warm temperatures dried up the asphalt in front of the shop garage, so I also spent a little time out there cleaning up miscellaneous neglected tasks that were piling up.

Now it is clean and clear so I can walk all the way around the Griz and the diesel tractor in the garage.

Too bad the dry pavement didn’t last. New snow fell overnight to cover it. But that will also mean the accumulated manure in the paddocks will be out of sight again. Bonus!

I received an email yesterday indicating that the company we hired to install new gutters on our house wanted to start working on the job today. I notified them that there is significant ice build-up on the side in the shade, and that predictions were for 3-5″ of new snow. It seemed like the wrong time to start. They are reconsidering their plans.

I noticed the snow sliding off our hay shed looks totally cool in the way it holds together and curls over the edge. This is why I had “stops” installed on the back side of the barn roof. With the new road passing behind the barn, I didn’t want large sections of snow rolling over and breaking off. The stops will hold it in place to melt and drip. I can deal with the ice that will accumulate from the dripping, but I don’t want it to be a large pile of snow getting covered with ice, like happened last year.

So far, so good, on the stops doing the trick. We’ll see if everything is still working well after snowfalls begin to pile up.

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