First stock up shop: This is what $253 looks like

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$253.11, to be exact, but the total stock up shop was more. I just didn’t get a picture of the rest.

After my doctor’s appointment was done, I needed to have lunch somewhere. I decided to go to a Subway near the Walmart, which decided the order of the rest of the shopping.

I got a 12″ teriyaki chicken sub and a bottled flavoured water to drink, which came to $20.81

The next place I remembered I wanted to go was the Dollarama. I was looking for some sort of cheap garden fencing to use around the bed with the Arikara squash and bush beans. There wasn’t much left in gardening supplies, though, so the only thing I got in that section was some soft ties for my tomatoes. I remembered to grab a new spatula to replace a broken one, and I also grabbed a small memory foam bath mat, as the ones we have just don’t work out for the space. I also grabbed four of their larger storage bins (which are large for a dollar store, but small for other stores). I need to get more of these, little by little. I’ve decided I need to pack away most of what I have in my room. It is a large room that serves as my bedroom, office and craft room combined, but with the cats taking things over, and particularly with Butterscotch still refusing to leave the room, I haven’t been able to use my craft table as a craft table in ages – and no matter what barricades I set up, some of the cats still keep trying to get to the top of the wall shelf. I’ve got stuff stored up there specifically to keep it safe from cats, but a couple of them still manage to get up there, usually causing quite a mess in the process. When I came home from the shopping today, I found all sorts of things knocked out of shelves and scattered about.

Plus, I need to get rid of the carpet in this room. It’s a sort of felted carpet, and I’ve never seen anything like it, anywhere else. It is a dirt and fur magnet. I’ve talked to my brother and he remembers that the original floor under it is just painted wood – and it was painted about 70 years ago.

So, I need to pack everything away and eventually empty my room. Since the things I’m packing are things I actually want to use, I want to pack them in clear plastic storage bins. I only got four today, but it’s a start. Around Christmas time, places like Walmart get huge inventories of storage bins, and I can wait until the go on clearance after Christmas. The most difficult thing about getting rid of the carpet will be moving my king size bed frame, and the wall shelf.

In total, what I got at Dollarama cost $41.72

My next stop was Walmart, and I got things on two separate bills for two different budgets.

The first one was personal items, which included a new pair of work shoes. My boots finally gave up the ghost and are toast, and I wanted to get steel toed shoes to replace them. This store is still under renovation, so it took me a while to find the men’s work boots, which weren’t moved to the new shoes section yet. I found two styles available in size 9s. The first ones I tried had several boxes on a mostly empty shelf, and there were two price stickers right next to each other, below them. One for $74 and change, the other for $3.

That detail turns out to be important.

Whatever the $3 item was, I figured it was completely out of stock, or moved to the new shoe section. The other pair I tried on were about $10 cheaper. After trying both, I found the more expensive pair to fit better and were more comfortable, so those are the ones I grabbed.

Along with those, I got myself another night down and some personal hygiene items, to go together with the shoe budget, then I got the rest of the stuff.

Since I had other places to go, I was not going to get anything that require refrigeration here. I got two big bags of cat kibble and a 9 pack of facial tissues. My husband requested nacho fixings, so I got round tortilla chips and a giant jar of green olives for that. I remembered to grab some peanut butter as well. Then I got a total of 9 cans of Monster for myself and my daughters.

Total cost, $76.76

Oh, my gosh.

I just realized something.

I didn’t get charged for the two bags of kibble!!!! She forgot to scan them!

I’m going to have to go back and take care of that. I just took pictures of the bar codes. They should be able to scan the photos, or manually input the code, and I can pay for them.

I do remember thinking the total was a bit low, but I had already paid for my personal items, and that threw my count off and distracted both of us.

This is why.

Check out my $3 shoes.

Yes. $3.

When she opened the box to scan the bar code on the shoes, she paused, looked at me and said “Three dollars?”

I had no context for what she was saying and must have looked confused when I asked her to repeat herself. She told me, they scanned as $3.

???

I was rather shocked. I told her, I’d seen a tag on the shelf saying $3, but I assumed that was for something else.

She called the cash supervisor over. They compared the number under the bar code with what was on the screen.

They matched.

They compared the number under the bar code on the box with what was on the shoes.

They matched.

Eventually, the cashier was told, if that’s what it scans as, that’s the price!

So I got what I thought was a $75 pair of shoes for $3. My total on that receipt, which I was expecting to be about $120 in total, came out to $45.77

!!!

That cashier asked me if there were more, and I told her there were two more on the shelf. A size 9 and a size 11. Oh, she says… I need a size 11!

I hope she was able to go and take advantage of this. I’m guessing someone made a mistake at head office somewhere and input the wrong price. These weren’t marked as being on any sort of sale.

Once these items were packed into the truck, I drove across the street to the Canadian Tire. The main thing I wanted to get there were litter pellets, but I had a few other things I wanted to look for as well.

I did find the sort of garden fencing I hoped to find at the Dollarama, but wasn’t filling to pay their price for them.

I did grab some more bug spray, plus a couple of Quick Connect hose attachments, one for each end of the hose. The one at had on the metal construction grade hose burst in a heat wave not long ago, and I wanted to replace that, plus I have an extra for the other end. I also got a replacement end for the soaker hose that is the right size; I had managed to fit a larger one on, but the soaker hose has started to leak badly at the connection, so I will try again. I then went looking for a small fan to replace one we’ve got set up in the bathroom window. The ceiling fan in the bathroom stopped working some time ago, then started again, then stopped again… We can’t find a reason why it’s doing that, so we’ve set up a fan to blow the heat and moisture out the window, instead. The fan we’re using was already here when we moved in, and it’s starting to sound like it’s wearing out, so I wanted to replace it. Fans the same size, though, are now USB or battery operated. I found a nice little 7″ fan – slightly larger, but it will still fit in the window quite nicely. Last of all, I got myself a cold drink to have while heading to my next stop.

Total bill at Canadian Tire was $88.59

From there, I went to the Safeway. Not somewhere we normally go; particularly since this location is in the downtown area of this city, though the city is so small, “downtown” is nowhere near as crowded or difficult to drive around as the larger city. The main reason I went to shop there instead of just shopping at Walmart is that they give out gas coupons.

This is what $253.11 looks like – and what got me a 10¢ off per liter coupon to use.

There really wasn’t a lot to get here, since I plan to do Costco tomorrow – or Saturday, if I find I’m not up to it after getting my blook work and EKG done.

Under “grocery”, I got some ketchup, bouillon cubes in three different flavours, a jug of distilled water (I forgot to get that at Walmart, where I usually buy packages of 4), and house brand Mac & Cheese, four boxes each in two flavours. I got mozzarella and smoked cheddar cheese for my husband’s nacho request. There was a deal on little tubs of ice cream, with both a sale price and a points bonus, so I got one for each of us, in different flavours, including a lactose free one for my husband. Last of all in that category was a large watermelon and a bag of 5 avocados.

Under the “meat” category, I got slab of pork belly that was on sale, plus had a point bonus, as did the ground chuck. I also got ribs and two packages of bacon, all on sale.

Under “deli”, I got a cheese for us to experiment with – Amber Mist, which is made with aged whiskey. For my husband and I to share for supper, I got a massive Dagwood sandwich, while for the girls, I got a fresh sushi tray and, finally, some garlic hummus to go with the nacho fixings.

Lastly, under the “bakery” category, I got a large package of croissants as a treat, two packs of Texas Toast, two packages of bagels and two loaves of Irish bread.

Total at Safeway: $253.11

With the total being over $200, that got me the maximum discount available for a gas coupon at Shell, and there’s a Shell station right next to the grocery store, so that was my next stop. They have pre-pay only, which needs to be done to use the coupon anyhow. I also have my CAA card, which gave me another 3¢ off per liter, so I got $60 of gas at $1.689 instead of $1.819

I was down to a quarter tank at the time, so that still only got me to 3/4 full. I’ll do a complete fill and reset my trip counter at Costco tomorrow.

So… today’s total, including lunch and a few extra items, came to $586.76 A total that is missing the two bags of kibble which, after taxes, should have added another $70 or so.

Oh, I almost forgot. On the way home, I stopped at the general store and picked up a 40 pound bag of kibble. After taxes, that came to $50.40 That came out of a different budget, but brings the total for the day to $637.16

Ouch.

And that’s after some major unexpected savings, like the $3 shoes, along with the missed bags of kibble, too.

*sigh*

The Re-Farmer

A Garden Friend, and an update

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I have been out for much of the day, between my medical appointment and the stock up shopping. The stock up shopping will get its own post, later.

This morning, I did the outside cat feeding and my morning rounds, as usual.

Gouda was missing this morning. I do hope I see him when I go out later to water the garden!

I didn’t water this morning, but I did check everything out. While adjusting the melon vines, something moved.

A long, skinny something.

An adorable garden friend!

I just saw the tail at first, and I thought it was going under the mulch but, when I went around the other side to check on the other melon vines, I spotted the head. I was very happy to see the garter snake.

Eat up those slugs and bugs, my slithery friend! Just leave the frogs alone, please!

My appointment with the doctor was at 11:30, and it takes about an hour to get there. I left almost 2 hours early, knowing there was construction along the way. It also gave me enough time to stop at a gas station to pick up an energy drink for the road.

Not gas, though. The price has gone up to $1.819

Ouch.

In the end, I got to the clinic barely 10 minutes early. Once I got there, I realized I’d been there before. Several years ago, my brother and I had taken my mother to see a specialist in this clinic. Not the same doctor, though. I don’t think this one was even there at that time.

Once there, I had three pages of forms to fill out, on top of the medical history form they had emailed me that I’d submitted. Some of the info I’d sent them was already inputted into these forms. It’s always strange filling these out. Too many questions have answers of … no, not in my medical history, but yes, and that’s why I’m here!

I barely finished those when I got called in, first to get my vitals. My height and weight, anyhow. The BP machine failed, so they just skipped it.

When the doctor came in, things went very quickly and efficiently. She had some odd information on the file, just as a date for when all this started – which was my birthday. So I explained how the first symptoms were there quite a while ago, but not something that stood out enough for me to remember exactly when they started, the progression until I found myself with a reversal of menopause, then catching on to this being a rare side effect of the anti-inflammatories I was taking, and how it all subsided as soon as I stopped taking them, but haven’t gone away completely. She was wondering why I hadn’t gone to a doctor earlier, and I had to explain that we live in the boonies, it was winter, we got snowed in, and I had to cancel a couple of appointments because our truck broke down.

Then we went through what tests I’ve already had done, the referral to a specialist in the city and a biopsy that I no longer need, since I’m seeing her now, instead.

She confirmed that all the tests except that one ultrasound, have come back normal.

She then said she wanted go get me into the OR as soon as possible, because I’m coming up on 60, and this should not be happening. Normal test results notwithstanding.

She knew of an opening in mid August – another doctor got a cancellation or something – and she wanted to book me for that. Otherwise, the earliest would be the end of October.

I took the August date.

She walked through the procedure with me – basically, she needs to get a camera in there to actually see what’s going on – what procedures she will be doing, and what she might be doing, depending on what she sees at the time. I got some instructions, signed the consent form, and will get more details when the hospital calls me. I’ll find out then if I’ll be overnight, or if it’ll be a day surgery. I’ve got strict instructions on an 8 hour water only fast, with the water being cut off 3 hours before surgery.

I also got requisitions for blood work and EKG, to be done today or tomorrow. Since I was doing the stock up shop after my appointment, it wasn’t going to be today, so I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m expecting to do the Costco shop tomorrow, and the town I drive through on my way to the city to get to the new Costco has a hospital and lab. I can stop there in the morning, then keep going to the city when it’s all done.

As for today’s stock up shop, it was rather different doing it in this area rather than in the city, but it worked out. It’s starting to cool down, though, so I’m going to head out and water the garden while it’s still light out.

The irony of all this?

I’ve had zero pains today. Not even mild pains.

So very weird.

But then, all of this has been very weird from the start!

The story of my life, really!

😄😄

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: July garden tour video

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So… I ended up not going anywhere today, which would normally have been our first trip to the city for stock up shopping.

I took the above screen cap well before we were to reach the hottest part of the day, which was around 3 -5pm. As I write this, we’ve finally started to cool down. While the high was around 32C/90F, the humidex reached heights of 38C/100F

I decided to stay home. Today’s city trip would have been the Canadian Tire, Walmart and international grocery store run. I have my doctor’s appointment tomorrow in the smaller, nearer city. I can do the Canadian Tire and Walmart stuff after my appointment, and anything we wanted to get at the international grocery store can wait.

I ended up spending most of the day lying down. I did manage to get outside to feed the cats (I counted 18, including the kitten that showed up for cat soup), and a morning walkabout, but not much beyond that. The new painkillers are doing nothing. I eventually tried the T3s again, and they did nothing. It wasn’t the worst pain day I’ve had, but it was enough to make doing anything very uncomfortable – and “doing anything” included sitting, standing or lying down.

I really hope the doctor can figure out what’s going on when I see her tomorrow.

In the end, I did finally put together the clips I took and made the July garden tour video.

I hope you enjoy it!

The Re-Farmer

Harvest, Hodge Podge and Health

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Today had definitely turned out to be a hot one. Tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter. It should also be our first stock up shopping trip to the city, so I’ll want to head out quite early, before things get too hot.

Knowing the heat was coming, I made sure to water the garden this morning, though I’ll have to ask the girls to do it tonight.

I was able to get a nice harvest this morning!

I decided to gather some potatoes this time, expecting to dig up a few smaller potatoes, since it’ll be a while before the potatoes mature and the plants start dying back.

I was wrong!

In the first image, you can see what I uncovered when pulling the mulch aside. Some nice, big potatoes growing, right at the surface! Thanks to the mulch, there was no exposure to the sun, so this just made it easier to get them.

In the second image, you can see the potatoes I got from under two plants. The single carrot is the Uzbek Golden Carrot that seeded itself in the purple cabbage bed.

Then there were the bush beans. There were so many pods! Especially with the yellow beans, but I got quite a few green and purple ones, too. I also grabbed a few more little carrots from the Rainbow Carrots Mix row.

While I was outside, my sister called my cell phone. She had gotten the text I’d sent her about my mother and had called to ask what the heck was going on between us. I explained a bit about what happened during my last visit. I had mentioned in my text the conversation I’d had with my mother, telling her about going to the hospital, so she asked about that, too. After making sure to tell her to NOT say anything to my mother, I gave her the Cole’s Notes of it. She asked for more detail about my mother saying she was sick, and I told her I had none. She went straight from saying “I’m sick. Very sick” to “come visit me.” My sister also thinks my mother is just wanting more visits so she’s pulling the sick card. Which doesn’t work very well, since she is in exactly the right place to be if she really were sick. From the strength of my mother’s voice, I don’t think she’s actually sick.

So my sister is somewhat caught up on things. She knew that we had health issues, but she had no idea things were as bad as they are (I mentioned both my daughters need very different surgeries, too) and, if my mother asks, that’s all she plans to say. My mother already knows this, but doesn’t care.

I did get the watering done while we talked. I told her about watering the garden twice a day when it gets hot like this. She told me, they haven’t had to water their garden at all this year! They live near a creek and their soil, as my sister describes it, is gumbo. Wildly different from what we have! After a while, I had to end the call because I needed two hands to be able to harvest the beans. 😁

Once inside, I covered the colander with the harvest in it and left it, as I needed to sit for a while and have breakfast. My daughters were sweet and brought something for me, as they were going to be using the kitchen for a while. After eating, I sorted through the harvest, plus got what we left in the fridge from before, and organized the vegetables into several bowls, based on what would take the longest to cook, then scrubbed all the potatoes. They are too fresh to bother with trying to peel them.

By the time I was done scrubbing the potatoes, though, I was needing to at least sit down for a while. My younger daughter had come down and I told her what I meant to do next. She was a sweetheart and did the rest of the cleaning, peeling, trimming and prepping for me. I tried sitting at my computer, but the pain kept getting worse. I was preparing to take the new painkillers and lie down when the phone rang.

It was a follow up from my ER visit and CT scan. The gyno wanted me to come in, and she was wondering if Thursday was okay.

As in, the day after tomorrow.

!!!!!

Obviously, I said yes. If I’d had anything booked that day, it would have been cancelled. As it is, it will be in between our regular city stock up trips, so that worked out perfectly.

Then I was able to lie down for a while. I wasn’t laying down to try and sleep. I just needed to not be upright. My SIL started messaging me and we chatted for a while about things. She was very happy to hear I got an appointment so quickly! So am I. I’m getting hit with this pain daily. It’s oddly predictable, too. Very strange.

My husband offered me a muscle relaxant after seeing my face when I walked past to the washroom. It’s one of his “take as needed” meds – and it was bad enough that I actually said yes, since the tramadol was doing nothing. In the end, the muscle relaxant didn’t make a difference, either. The pain just got worse, then started to subside again on its own.

So frustrating.

Once I was able to get up, though, I started on the Hodge Podge after getting the remaining marinated pork belly into the oven.

It’s been a long time since I’ve made Hodge Podge! It’s a great way to use up a lot of different vegetables at one. Of course, I had to modify the basic recipe to match my ingredients, but that’s what Hodge Podge is all about.

So for mine, I had the:

fresh new potatoes
bush beans
Spring Blush peas I’d picked before the plants started producing
the remaining garlic scapes we had that didn’t fit on the pan for dehydrating
the little carrots
the few turnips I’d picked previously (most of which my daughter had to toss because they were worm damaged)
a bunch of Golden Boy celery
couple of onions from the grocery store we had left.
salt, pepper and a bit of powdered beef soup stock mix.
chive blossom oil and butter
butter
salt and pepper to taste
sour cream

I started it off by cutting the onions into big chunks and started to cook them down in a half and half mix of butter and chive blossom oil. Then I added the carrots, turnip, celery and garlic scapes to the pot. Once they had about 5 minutes to soften, I added the potatoes, chopped large, then added just barely enough water to cover the potatoes.. Once the potatoes were almost done, I added the peas then, after a minute or so for them to cook, added the bush beans.

The bush beans are easy to know when they are done. I have the tri-colour mix, and the purple pods turn green when they are cooked through.

Once that was all cooked, I drained some of the water away before going to the next step. I added in a big chunk of butter – about 1/3-1/2 cups. After stirring that in, I added the 250ml container of sour cream.

I’m quite happy with how it turned out!

That done, I had to sit down, as the pain had gotten worse again. I am currently fighting myself. I want to go straight back to bed and pass out, but it’s way too early. I’ll been to take my evening meds. I haven’t even eaten the supper I’d made, yet!

I am so looking forward to the appointment coming up. Hopefully, I’ll actually get something useful out of it!

The Re-Farmer

Frustrating, but that’s good? Maybe?

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Today was a rather long day. Thankfully, my daughter was with me to do most of the driving and help me get around.

I had started my fast last night, and we were planning to leave early for my CT scan appointment. We ended up leaving even earlier than originally planned, which turned out to be a good thing. The drive to the hospital itself is just under an hour, normally, because it’s right at the edge of the smaller, closer city.

There was construction on the highway, which delayed our arrival a bit. We still got there early. I had forgotten to bring a 1L bottle of water from home, but we had some 500ml water bottles in the truck, which was good. I borrowed my husband’s disabled parking placard when we parked at the hospital, and my daughter manhandled my walker out of the truck for me. I had been fine this morning, but during the drive in, the pain started to kick in again. By the time we got to the hospital, I was really appreciating that walker!

We made our way to the CT waiting area, where I had a form I needed to fill out first, which gave me time to chug a bottle and a half of water. Someone came by and asked me if I was the one from the ER in the town nearest us, and I confirmed. She thought I was supposed to come in with an IV port, and I said I had been told that would be done here.

I was called in soon after and they set me up in the scanner and the IV. I was forewarned about what I would be feeling with the dye that was normal – and what I should let them know about immediately if I felt them, as they were NOT normal!

The scan itself went very quickly. They ran me through a few times, with the robot voice telling me when to take a breath, hold it, then “BREATHE” again. My daughter could actually hear that last “BREATHE” from the waiting room!

Then they warned me that the dye was being released and… yeah, I was glad they warned me about the sensations in advance! I’ve had a CT scan before, but it was so long ago, things were a bit different, and I hadn’t needed a dye, so this was quite new. Once the dye had time to do its thing, they ran me through the scanner a few more times.

When it was done and they returned to help me get up and leave, the guy that inserted the IV port asked if I wanted it left in.

???

Which is when I was told that I would have to go back to the ER in town to get the results of the scan, and if I were to be getting surgery, they’d be needing to put an IV in, so did I want to leave the port?

After asking a few questions and him leaving to check something, I decided to leave it in. We had expected that I’d see the gyno for a curettage, presumably after the results were viewed, but if the results were being sent to the ER from yesterday, that obviously wasn’t going to happen there. As far as I know, the hospital I went to last night does no surgeries at all, might possibly do biopsies, but that’s it. I told him we were planning to go to the Walmart nearby after this scan, and that I’d intended to break my fast. If I were going for surgery, though, I needed to keep fasting. For the length of time it would take for the results to get to the ER in town, we did have time to hit the Walmart, first.

While my daughter was putting the walker back into the truck, I updated the family and noticed the time. It had just turned to the time of my appointment! Talking about it to my daughter, we were extra glad of that. While she was in the waiting room, she started chatting with woman that had joined us just as I was called in. She asked what time her appointment was, and she told her she was there for me, and what time my appointment was at… which was the same time as her appointment! So it seems the ER managed to squeeze me in. We were extra glad to have left so early!

I would have been okay to drive to the Walmart, but the pain was getting worse, and I now had an IV port in my elbow, protected by a “sock”. So my daughter did the driving from then on.

Usually, when shopping, I use the cart as a walker. This time, I relied on the walker and my daughter did all the lifting and loading. We had just ran out of kibble for the outside cats this morning, so we got a couple of their largest bags – we only need to last a couple of days before our first city shop – and some more canned cat food for the inside cats. Given that we now had to go back to the ER in town, we made sure to pick up some quick and easy ingredients for supper, just in case. We made sure not to get anything that was frozen; I remembered to grab some freezer bags, but there’s only so much they can do – especially in the heat of the truck box! We figured, if necessary, we could stop by a local grocery story, if we wanted.

That didn’t happen.

From there, it was back to town and the ER. I wasn’t expecting to go back, so I’d already cut off my wrist band. I got a new one while explaining why I was there, and then sent to the waiting room. Someone came by not long after to take my vitals, and then it was back to the waiting room.

By then, I was really starting to hurt, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. As time went on, it was the fasting that became more of an issue. I finally went back to the admissions person and talked to her, explaining that we didn’t know if I’d be going for surgery and still needing to fast or not, but I was starting to feel dizzy and faint from not eating. After asking a few more questions, she got on the phone and I went back to the waiting room.

Then the doctor came by, calling my name. When he saw me, he did a double take and I just had to laugh.

He recognized me. I’ve seen him several times in the past, about my mother!

By the time, my daughter had gone to the truck and brought back a bag of beef jerky from our stash. She’d gone back to get another water bottle when I was called in, so I asked for the door to be left open, so she saw us and joined us part way through.

The first frustrating thing was finding out that I was supposed to see the gyno after getting the CT scan. The staff there obviously didn’t know this when they sent me back to this ER.

The other frustrating thing was that my CT scan showed nothing. No problem at all. There is just that one ultrasound that showed a problem.

Meanwhile, I was in enough pain that I was having difficulty sitting up straight.

So, nothing was going to happen today. I could eat. I could get rid of the IV port. I could go home. I will get a phone call with an appointment, soon, for a consultation regarding our next steps.

As he left, he told me to go back to the waiting room and someone would come by to remove the IV port. Then I could leave.

I was already tearing open the package of beef jerky. It wasn’t a large package, but it was enough to keep me from feeling sick and ready to pass out!

Then we waited.

And waited.

Finally, my daughter went to the admissions person. I just needed the port removed, and we could leave – and I was ready to take the thing out myself, except I had no gause and medical tape, and the port needed to have proper disposal.

The admissions person sent my daughter to the nursing station. She soon came back to tell me someone would be coming over soon. About a minute later, someone did.

Half a minute, and it was done. I was freeeeeeeee!!!!!

From there, my daughter wanted to make sure I ate, but I also had the new prescription for tramadol to pick up. A Subway shares a parking lot with our pharmacy, so that’s where we went. Once parked, my daughter went in to drop off my prescription while I made my way to a picnic table in the shade by the Subway, skipping the walker this time. When she got back, she told me they needed half an hour to fill the prescription, which was plenty of time to eat.

One of the things I expressed my frustration over as we talked was how – once again – I’m having issues, but tests are coming back “normal”. According to most tests I have done, I’m really healthy overall. At least my osteoarthritis shows up on X rays. This has been a “problem” for years, to the point that I’ve stopped going to doctors for some things completely, like my chronic cough that I’ve had for about 25+ years now. That, thankfully, has gotten better on its own, though it’s still there. I just ignore it now.

When it came to the pain itself, what the one ultrasound shows doesn’t really explain the pain. My daughter suggested that, if the gyno starts talking curettage with me, I might want to request just having everything removed. Which is exactly what I’d been thinging myself. I don’t need those lady parts anymore. I’m done with them, and they’re trying to kill me.

That’s a conversation to have when I get a call from the gyno.

Speaking of calls…

While in the waiting room at the ER, my daughter got a call from the clinic in the city she had an appointment at this morning. She’d left a message last night, and they were following up. She explained about me going to the ER yesterday, and that she was driving me around for tests today. Usually, when people don’t show up for appointments without letting them know at least 24 hours in advance, they’ve started to charge for the time. Too many people just don’t show up for appointments, and that really messes with their scheduling (and often results in other people stuck in waiting rooms longer). When there is a legitimate reason like this, though, those charges get waived! The earliest they could reschedule her for, though, is in October!

Once my daughter and I were done eating – and I was feeling SO much better, even though I was still in pain – we went in to get my prescription. There was someone at the pick up counter, so I quickly went through the supplements as I was out of zinc. Which resulted in someone else getting served ahead of me, and she ended up taking a really long time, talking about her insurance loud enough for all to hear. I couldn’t stay standing anymore. Thankfully, they have chairs right by the pick up counter. While I was there, the pharmacist that owns the place, who knows all of us quite well by now! – saw me and told me my meds were ready. So she took care of me before the other person was even done.

I only have a week’s worth of the tramadol, if I take them 3 times a day, though they are “as needed”. Which means I should be hearing from the gyno within that time.

Here’s hoping.

Once we got what we needed, I took one as soon as we were back in the truck!

Then we could finally go home, with my daughter driving. When we got to the gate, I was banned from getting out to open it. She backed the truck up to the house so I wouldn’t have far to walk, then she and her sister took care of unloading. By this time, it was time to feed the outside cats, so they stayed out to do that, too – now that we had more kibble for them!

I stayed up long enough to get on my computer and update my brother and SIL, planning to lie down and let the tramadol kick in.

Then the phone rang.

It was my mother.

Actually, it was a very frustrated sounding nurse who had made the call for her, let me know my mother wanted to talk to me, and handed the phone over.

The last time I talked to my mother was when I visited her and walked out because she was being so nasty to me again.

After exchanging greetings, I asked how she was doing. I was pretty sure I knew what she was about to tell me.

I was write.

She immediately launched into how she was sick. She was feeling soooooo sick.

She wanted me to come visit her.

*sigh*

I had not intended to tell my mother about any of what’s been going on, because she is always really terrible about it when we mention any health issues we have, but when she told me to come visit her (told, not asked), my response was “I just got back from the hospital.”

She said she didn’t understand.

So I said again, I just got back from the hospital. Less than half an hour ago.

What was I telling her? she wanted to know.

I told her, I went to the ER yesterday. Today I went to the city for tests, then back to the ER for the results. They’re trying to figure out what’s wrong, and I’ve been home for less than an hour.

Oh, I didn’t understand at first, she tells me.

She then told me to tell my brother and sister to visit her.

She would have kept me on the phone, but I told her I would pass on her message, right now, and was able to get her to let me off the phone.

*sigh*

Shortly after I hung up, my daughter came by saying “that sounded like a Babcia call.”

Yes. Yes it was.

I’d just finished messaging my brother and SIL about getting home and updating things easier on a keyboard rather than tapping on a phone, so I updated them about my mother’s call, too. Then texted my sister, who doesn’t use Messenger anymore. I hadn’t planned to tell her about what was going on, either, as she tends to tell things to my mother without our consent, sometimes. Not out of malice or gossip. It just doesn’t occur to her not to do it. Since I’d had to tell my mother about it anyhow, it didn’t matter anymore. She tends to turn off her phone when she’s at home, though, so who know when she’ll get the message.

Once that was all done, I finally was able to lie down for a while.

Thankfully, the tramadol did kick in after a while, and I felt well enough to go outside for a walkabout, using my walker.

I ended up watering the garden for the evening, even though I’d asked my daughters to do it later, when things cooled down a bit more.

I just couldn’t help myself.

Things are going to get hotter over the next few days, so the garden is going to need watering in the morning and evening to help cope with the heat. It won’t get as extreme as it got not long about, but still hot enough to be an issue.

My problem is, I keep thinking of all the things that I should be doing, while there is no rain in the forecast. Work to do in the yard and garden. Physical labour I probably shouldn’t be doing at all.

Which is driving me bonkers.

Ah, well. It is what it is, and I do what I can, and my daughters try to help as much as they are able.

We are such a gimpy family right now. All four of us!

*sigh*

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: pretty things

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I spent very little time in the garden today, but did want to share these, from when I did the evening watering.

First, the Arikara squash is looking fantastic!

There are a couple of female flowers that have gotten quite large. No male flowers are as large, but there are enough that they might actually bloom at the same time and pollinate. The vines are getting big enough that I’m starting to train them around towards the compost ring, so there is room to mow and walk around that side of the bed.

Then there was this fussy little friend.

I have no idea what type of caterpillar that is, but it was enjoying the oregano. There is so much of it, I just left the caterpillar be. It actually didn’t seem to be eating the leaves, though. So we’ll see.

I didn’t try to do any harvesting, though I’m sure I could have picked more bush beans. Plus, there is that one yellow zucchini that is looking great. I’ll probably harvest it tomorrow morning.

Hopefully, I’ll actually be home tomorrow. I got my CT scan done today, but I’ll cover that in my next post.

The Re-Farmer

Home for now, plus a harvest

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So… today actually started out pretty good.

We were getting predictions of rain and thunderstorms. At one point, my weather app told me it was raining right that moment.

It wasn’t.

So I went out to water the garden in the morning. In the process, I gathered what I would call our first real harvest of the year, with everything weeks behind.

I picked a few of the Rainbow Mix carrots. They’re still small, and it was more of a thinning by harvesting action. The baby carrots will taste just fine!

I was very happy when I started checking the bush beans. The yellow ones seem to be ripening the fastest, and I picked a decent amount of those, plus a few green and purple ones. Then I grabbed a few of the turnips that were left and a bunch of Golden Boy celery. I’ve been picking a bunch of celery every now and then, along with harvesting some turnips, but nothing that I would really consider what would be a typical harvest I would normally get from the garden, until today.

After watering the main garden area, I left the harvest on the chest freezer in the old kitchen and went back to watering the garden beds around the east and south yards, and the old kitchen garden. The Arikara squash is looking amazing, and I can see more Blueberry tomatoes starting to form.

About half way through, I was starting to feel pain starting to kick in, but it wasn’t too bad yet. I messaged my daughters asking them to put away the harvest, and if they could make me a breakfast. By the time I was inside and finished eating, it was definitely time to take some pain killers and try lying down.

It didn’t work.

It just kept getting worse. Quickly. Bad enough that I finally started talking to the family about driving myself to the ER.

They agreed.

My brother and SIL were still here and I was updating them, but it turned out they had their Messenger off. Which is fine. I was just keeping them informed.

The girls got the truck to the house and unloaded of market inventory, loaded my walker for me, put my prescriptions and a charger cable for my phone into a bag for me to bring along, and took care of the gate so I didn’t have to go in and out of the truck as I left. The only time I started having issues with the drive in was when I found myself stuck behind someone doing 65kph in a 100kph zone and couldn’t pass.

When I parked at the hospital, I was so incredibly glad for that walker. Sitting while driving wasn’t too bad, but once I was walking, I found I couldn’t straighten up.

Once by the admissions window, I started getting my health care card and the woman at the desk waved me over right away. When I handed her the card through the slot under the window, my hands were shaking violently. I couldn’t stay standing, and my face must have been a sight, based on how quickly she got me processed.

From there, it was a brief time in the waiting room and then I was in the triage room. A nurse got my vitals and asked me all sorts of questions. My BP was, understandably, a bit high, but not too bad. Considering the pain I was quite obviously in, it was not a concern.

Then it was back to the waiting from for a bit longer before they took some blood, and then it was a wait until the results were in. That’s when I got to talk to the ER doctor.

We went over the details again, including the whole background about how this started with those anti-inflammatories I had started taking, a while back. They had worked so well for what I was taking them for, too!

The doctor then found herself with a bit of a conundrum. The things she normally would have done – the tests, the referrals, etc. – were things that were already done, or in progress. There was that one ultrasound that showed abnormal, and it’s why I was being referred to a specialist in the city for a biopsy.

So what, she asked me, did I want her to do, in context of being in the ER?

We talked about the pain levels some more. I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t even lie down, to get any relief. She did prescribe tramadol and she wanted me to fill the prescription right away, to use in stead of the T3s. She even made sure that it was not anti-inflammatory, and that it wasn’t contraindicated with anything else I was taking. The pharmacy was still open for a couple more hours, and she was ready to send me home with the prescription.

As we talked more about how bad the pain was, and she looked at the ultrasound results some more, she realized that my doctor’s referral was something that could take months to be fulfilled. I needed to be seen right away.

She knew of a specialist at the hospital in the smaller, nearer city. She told me to stay until she had a chance to get through to the specialist and see if I could see her right away.

The pharmacy closed while I was waiting.

When she came back later, she told me the specialist wanted me to have a CT scan, and that I should get a curretage.

*sigh*

She wanted me in either tonight or tomorrow. Which I was actually quite happy to hear.

The next while in the waiting room was for the appointment for the CT scan. I was there long enough that I was starting to become hungry to the point of getting light headed. Of course, I kept the family up to date on all this (my brother and SIL had seen my messages by this time). My husband and daughters were suggesting that, if I was going home, to make sure I grabbed food somewhere first, even before I mentioned getting so hungry. Frankly, I would have just gone to the truck for the beef jerky in our road food stash, but I didn’t want to miss someone coming back with information for me.

One of the nurses came by as soon as they had the appointment made. It’s for tomorrow morning, and my daughter and I will have to be on the road by 9am. I’ll need to fast, plus make sure to have a liter of water to drink before the CT scan.

My daughter, meanwhile, has called the clinic for her own appointment in the city tomorrow and left a message about rescheduling. I can’t say I feel too badly about that, since this is the clinic I found so creepy and actually felt was unsafe, while in the waiting room during her last appointment, which was essentially a meet and greet. This is something we disagree on.

So that’s where we’re at now. I’ve just finished having something to eat with my evening meds and supplements and will now start my fast. I’ll be going to bed pretty much as soon as I’m done this post.

Tomorrow should be… interesting.

Hopefully, this will finally bring an end so the issues I’ve been having! Or at least tell us what’s going on, so long after I stopped taking the anti-inflammatories.

Meanwhile, all my brain can do is list off the things I want to, or should be, doing that I physically can’t right now. The pain did eventually recede, but just getting up and walking around it enough for me to feel it threatening to come back.

I need to lie down before I start doing tasks I really should not be doing.

The Re-Farmer

A good, yet disappointing, day

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Today was market day, and the original plan was to be there for the usual 10-3, then stay for the 4-8 special event. In the wee hours, I got a response from the rescue mentioning that we were the only ones talking about being there for the 10-3 part, and that they were closing to tours from 2-4 to prepare for the event. So I decided we’d skip the first time slot and just be there for the event.

Which make for a more relaxed morning. I got up to feed the outside cats in my nightgown and tried to go back to bed for a couple more hours, instead.

It didn’t work.

I can’t complain, though, as I started getting messages from my SIL, and I always enjoy a chat with her. After a while I got up and headed outside to water the garden before things got too hot.

*sigh*

Yes, I found some deer damage. More of the Jet Black hollyhock leaves are gone, and then there was this…

The first image was the single self seeded Jabousek lettuce I had meant to leave to go to seed. It was starting to bolt, too. Nothing left but this stump. This type of lettuce has survived deer damage before, though, so I’m leaving it and expect it will sent up new shoots fairly quickly.

The second image is a purple cabbage that also got eaten. Just one. Apparently, the deer liked the lettuce better than the cabbage. It’s unfortunate the wire mesh cover had to be removed to make room for the seed onions. Now there’s nothing to protect it from the deer.

Thankfully, that was the only deer damage I spotted while watering. Once that was done, I had plans to finish mowing areas of the lawn that I’d finally cleared of other things, so I only needed to move some garden hose out of the way. Since we were going to be out, I was planning to do it tomorrow, but cleared what needed to be cleared in advance before going inside.

I’d been inside for awhile when I got messages and photos, letting me know…

… my brother had cleared the old tire from around the stump! It’s now ready for the tree guys to come back with the stump grinder. My brother had to move several patio blocks to get the job done, which I had expected might be necessary. Once the stump is cleared out, we’ll be able to level the area and reset the blocks that the roots had heaved out of place.

I was stunned that he’d gone it. I hadn’t heard a thing! Neither had anyone else in the household. Meanwhile, he’d been concerned he was making too much noise!

The above photo was taken much later in the day, though. After we’d come back from the market.

Set up time was from 2-3:30 if we wanted to unload our vehicles on location. After unloading, we were requested to park in another area to make room for families coming to the event. When my daughter and I loaded the tent, folding chairs and table into the box of the truck (everything else has been staying in the back of the cab all month), my SIL was out mowing the outer yard with their big zero turn mower. When I opened the gate before we drove out, she took advantage of it and mowed around the driveway on the other side of the gate, which was handy. My daughter and I left early enough to stop at the general store first, where we picked up some canned drinks in two sizes to use as part of my display, along with a couple of sub sandwiches and drinks ourselves, since we’d be having our supper while at the market.

We were the first vendors there. I found someone to let us know where to set up, since it was no longer going to be in what is otherwise a parking area.

Happily, we got to be next to the emu and chicken enclosures.

Emus make the most remarkable noises. !!!

We had started out as the end of the row (or the beginning of it, I suppose), but someone set up their display a bit closer to the emu enclosure, while others set up in the other direction. Enough vendors showed up that a couple of displays were set up across from us to start a second row.

It was hot for the first couple of hours, and the poor vendor that set up closer to the emus hadn’t been able to bring her tent. She only had a patio umbrella, and the wind kept trying to blow it away! She ended up spending quite a bit of time in the shade of our tent, and we had some wonderful conversation with her.

In the end, though, we didn’t sell a single thing, and she sold only one thing – and it was to another vendor! A couple of others we spoke to as we were packing up did have some better sales, and the hot dog guy who was set up in a concession stand near the petting zoo shelter must have done really well. The rest of us did not do well at all. The people were there for the event and the animals, not the market.

This is a major fundraising things for the rescue, so they went all out. They had mascots from popular children’s shows and movies wandering around. There was a bouncy castle, face painting, pony and horse rides and, of course, the petting zoo inside a shelter where admissions were also processed. They had three new baby donkeys in there, plus the kittens that are up for adoption.

They weren’t doing tours, so no one was going into the large animal enclosures, but they did allow people to go into the chicken enclosure and coop.

Which was fine, at first, but near the end we started becoming very concerned. Some kids were chasing the chickens around too aggressively. These chickens are also rescues. Some of them still having visible red patches where their feathers had been pecked out. The parents were in the enclosure, too, taking video of their kids trying to catch the chickens.

It kept getting worse. There was one little black chicken that two kids were chasing around. I saw the girl catch it several times, only to let it go, so she could chase it again. Then kids started chasing the chickens around the back of the coop, where there is a narrow space between the coop and the enclosure fence, with a kid at each side of the coop, trying to trap the chickens. When we started seeing a little boy running after the chickens, stomping his feet and flailing his arms – and the adults just watching and taking photos and video – it was too much. I went over to the shelter where the petting zoo was and found a couple of the volunteers who help run the rescue and manage the tours. I started to say that there were kids getting out of control in the chicken enclosure and one of them immediately turned and headed for it, before I even finished.

This is not an uncommon problem.

I explained a bit more to the other person before returning to our tent. The woman who’d left to deal with the situation was inside the enclosure and working on getting the kids together and away from the chickens.

As my daughter and I continued to chat with our neighbour, I could see the volunteer in the enclosure, looking like she was supervising the kids for a while.

The next time I looked over, everyone had been removed from the chicken enclosure and the volunteer was latching the gate (a wooden frame with wire mesh). She then left and came back with a lock and chain to wind around the latch and gate handle. She left again, then came back to staple a sign to the gate. After a while, I decided to go read the sign when I saw one of the kids from earlier – about 5 or 6 years old – that had been chasing the chickens, going to the gate with an adult I presume was the father. The kid immediately began trying to open the gate, pulling on the chain, the handle, the latch… The dad then told the kid it was closed and started leading him away.

The kid promptly began screaming and crying and having a major tantrum because he couldn’t get back in to torment the chickens.

When I got close enough to read the sign, it said the chicken coop was closed so the chickens could have a rest, adding a “thanks for understanding” at the end.

That one little black chicken that was being chased, caught, released and chased some more, was sitting on a step into the coop, not moving. All the others were moving around, pecking and drinking and clearly looking much calmer, but that one little chicken just sat there. The poor thing must have been so exhausted!

By this time, it was getting close to the end of the event, and the crowds were starting to disappear. Some of the vendors were already packing up. We waited a bit longer, since I could see that our truck was blocked by another vehicle, so there wasn’t much point in rushing things.

Our neighbour was done packing up at about the same time we were, and my truck was no longer blocked, so she and I walked over to our vehicles together. The family that owns the place had said we could drive to the vendor area from where we were parked, but it is so rough, we both took the road and went around the other way. The section of fence we’d gone through before, though, had been boarded up again, and we had to wait for someone to come with a driver and take the boards off again. By the time she was done, there were four vehicles, including me and our neighbour, waiting to come in, and one vehicle on the other side of the fence, waiting to leave!

My daughter and I were able to pack up very quickly. While my daughter was in the box of the truck, strapping it down, I went over to help our neighbour. I figured the least I could do was bring her packed bins closer to her car, but in the end, my daughter and I were able to help her load things in, too. She did not have a particularly large car. No wonder she didn’t have room for a canopy tent!

As far as any of us know, this is the last market day at the rescue. They had brought up the possibility of extending into August, but no one had heard anything about that actually happening. It was pretty disappointing for the vendors in general, but we also understood that this was the first time they’d tried including a market, so no one knows about it and people coming in for the tours were probably not expecting to shop at a market, too. With how busy it was, I hope the rescue had a good fundraising day, at least!

While we were at the market, I got some messages from my brother and SIL. They had loaded up one of their trailers and were planning to go to the dump while it was open. I have the card needed for that, but was able to just send them a photo of it and they were able to show that to the attendant. When we first moved here and were cleaning 40+ years of my parents’ stuff out, we found a lot of paint cans. Some of which had never been opened, but where so old, the box they were in was degrading. We took all the pain cans we could find and put them in one of the stalls in the barn. Today, they took all the pain cans to the dump! The dump has an area set aside for paint cans. This will have opened up quite a bit of space in the stall we’d put them in. That’s also where we put all the batteries we’d been finding. They will be taking those to a scrap yard. Taking old batteries to a scrap yard is something the yard will pay for, like when we take in our aluminum. When a large number of batteries are brought in at once, they pay extra. There are more than a dozen old batteries to take in, so that should work out rather well. The scrap yard isn’t open on the weekends, though, and that’s when my brother and SIL can make it out, so they’ll have to figure out when they can do that.

After we got back from the market and brought some of the stuff into the house (we’ll unpack the inventory and display items tomorrow), I immediately did my evening walkabout while it was still like. Much to my surprise, I found that my SIL had not only mowed the outer yard, but the inner yard, too! I had done much of it not long ago and there were just the smaller areas I’d cleared – including where I’d finally cut up that big maple branch that had fallen – that still needed to be done, and the grass doesn’t grow quickly there, anyhow. My SIL had mowed those areas, and in the main garden area we’re slowly trying to reclaim, too! It looks amazing!

My nasturtiums, I found, also look amazing.

So many blossoms!

I took a peek under the net over the high raised bed, with the bush beans. I might actually be able to start harvesting beans tomorrow! I might wait an extra day, though. It’s looking like we’ll have quite a few beans! The yellow beans seem to be ripening the fastest, but I’m also seeing the green and purple beans starting to look ready to pick. I am so looking forwards to having our first fresh green beans!!

I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes, though, so I didn’t stay out for too long. We did find the can of bug spray in the truck, though – it had rolled under the seat! I made sure that got brought to the house.

So that’s where we are at tomorrow. It was a good day, in that we enjoyed being at the market, had a great time chatting with the vendor next to us, and had some nice surprises at home. The only disappointment was the lack of sales, and not just for ourselves. It should be interesting to see if the rescue will do this again next year. I suspect not, but you never know!

The Re-Farmer

An actual productive day!

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This morning, my daughter and I headed out for errands. Too early, it turned out. I had a package waiting at the post office, but while the general store it’s in opens at 9, the post office itself turns out to open at 9:30. I could have sworn they opened earlier! My daughter had dashed in and did get the mail, but left the parcel card for on the way home.

When we got to town, my daughter was a sweetheart and took me out for breakfast (lunch, for her) before we hit the grocery store. This time, we were actually able to refill a couple of water bottles – last time we barely managed to fill one, as both dispensers had no pressure. We picked up a few things, including some things for my husband to make sure he’d have easy food available while my younger daughter and I are away all day tomorrow. My older daughter will be home to make sure he doesn’t have a repeat of last week and almost die on me again!!!

After that, we made a stop at the gas station that ended up taking an unexpectedly long time. On the way home, we just made it to the post office before they closed for a couple of hours over the lunch period, and my daughter was able to get my parcel.

Unfortunately, by the time we finished in town, my pain levels were kicking in again. By the time we got home, I was able to help bring things inside, but had to pain killer up and used some diclofenac cream, then lay down for a while. After a couple of hours, there was no relief in pain. It was long enough that I could take more T3s, and that eventually did it. I’m really hoping that new prescription does the job and this pain goes away, but I’d only had one dose so far. It’ll take at least a little while before I can tell if it’s working.

By the time I was able to get up again, I was eager to test out the contents of my parcel.

My eavestrogh pressure washer was finally in!

I was pleased to see it had a quick connect, but when I tried to attach it to the hose, I realized it had two male couplings. I had to remove the quick connect nozzle and attach the piece with the on-off switch (not visible in the photo) directly to the hose. Very odd.

I then spent the next hour or so, trying to clean a couple of the shortest eavestroughs.

I did not succeed.

I knew it would be difficult. The eavestroughs all have tiny forests of elm seeds growing in them. The debris was dense enough to break the brush head on the other cleaning tool I’d picked up – it came with two brush heads, and the first one broke the first time I tried to use it!

I was able to get some debris cleared out, but found myself with a different problem. The downspouts were getting clogged. After fighting it it for quite some time, I gave up and tried to clear the eavestrough on the other side of the old kitchen/sunroom. It was even worse. Finally, I have one last try at a corner of the living room, just trying to clear the opening to the downspout. Water could barely leak through at all!

I had to stop. There was no point in continuing. The eavestroughs were just too badly clogged.

I’d been updating my brother and SIL about all this, knowing they’d be coming out some time tonight. After failing to clear the eavestroughs, I got out the chain saw and a 100 foot extension cord, instead.

I FINALLY got that big piece of fallen maple branch cleared! It had broken up a bit when it hit the ground and I’d been able to drag off the narrow part of the branch, but the remaining piece was just too large and heavy to move – and it was taking up a significant portion of the lawn.

Not any more!

It took two wagon loads to clear away the logs and the scattered pieces of bark. Anything big enough to be a problem for the law mower. In the second image of the slide show above, you can see most of the logs (a couple of pieces are hidden behind the pile) set up and ready for the fire pit. Maple will make some good cooking fires, and this wood has been dead and dry for some time, so it can be used right away.

It was while I was finishing up putting the logs away and cleaning up as much bark out of the grass as I could, that I heard my brother and SIL arrive.

Since I had the chainsaw out anyhow, I moved on to the sections of maple I’d dragged under the hawthorn “fence”. This includes the pieces that had broken off another maple some time ago that I hadn’t got to, yet.

With these, I stacked the logs in between trees in the living “fence”. There are still some branches to do, but they were too thin to bother using a chain saw. I’ll come back with a hand saw.

I had considered cleaning up more fallen trees in the maple grove, right near the old branch pile and the fire pit logs. I decided against it. I was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, and the chainsaw needs sharpening.

Part way through the cutting, I had to refill the oil in the chainsaw, so I went to the garage to get the jug. My brother was in lean to side where their mower is stored, looking for something. When he came out and saw me, chugging a water bottle I’d got from the truck, he told me he was going to go up on the roof to check where the leak is coming from. While he did that, I remembered to grab a broken old hose reel he’d dug out of the junk pile for me. I’d found it in the barn some time ago and we tried to use it for an actual hose, but it didn’t work and the hose ended up splitting and cracking. He had the idea that it could still be used to store the longer extension cords, and I was finally able to give it a try when it was time to put things away.

It worked beautifully.

By the time I was putting things away, my brother had done checking the roof over the second floor, and was clearing the eavestrough over the “new part” of the house. He mentioned he might need a hose, so I passed that up to him and he was able to grab it with the tool he was using the clear the eavestroughs. He was up there for quite a long time. The eavestroughs were horribly clogged. Thankfully, he was also able to clear the downspouts.

As for the roof that was leaking, he said the eavestrough over the 2nd floor windows were also clogged. Which is odd, because the girls told me that it never gets clogged. He concluded that this was why there was a leak at one of the windows.

I’ve since passed that on to my daughter and they disagree. This area was a problem before we moved out here. They’d patched the damaged wall, only for it to become damaged again in our first winter. It had stopped after the roof was replaced, until this past winter. They don’t see a connection between the state of the eavestroughs and the leaking.

Well, we’re supposed to get more storms in the next while, so I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

While trying to clear the eavestrough from the sun room, I almost refilled the rain barrel, so while my brother was using the hose to pressure wash the eavestroughs he had cleared of debris, I use the rain barrel to do some watering, even though we had rain this morning.

I was quite happy to see this.

I’m really hoping these were successfully pollinated. I’d hate for these lovely zucchini to whizzen away!

I was also really happy to confirm something that I wasn’t sure I was seeing right, over the past few days.

This is a luffa seedling! I direct sowed them because this variety needs only 55 days to maturity, which means it still has a chance to make it, and we might actually have luffa. I still have not been able to find my package with the remaining seeds, so it would be really awesome if it survives long enough that we can collect seeds.

After my brother was done on the roof, he brought over some tools and a reciprocating saw, with a blade that can cut metal, to work on the tire around the elm tree stump. He was able to cut through it in three places, then we used a pry bar and my chisel tip bar to try and work things loose.

There was progress, but my brother was so tired by then, we left it for the night.

After he left, I brought the hose over to rinse the dirt off my tools when I decided to use the highest pressure setting to try and wash away some of the soil inside the cut up tire.

That ball of dirt is so filled with swirling tree roots, almost no soil got washed away at all. !!!

Still, we’ll probably have it off by the end of the weekend, which means the tree guys will not have to figure out how to deal with it when they come back with their stump grinder. That tire has been sitting there for so long, the rubber is starting to disintegrate in places. It was still hard to cut through, though!

So that’s where we’re at now.

Tomorrow is going to be a very long day at the market, but I’m looking forward to it.

Now, to try and get some actual sleep, so I’m not drifting off at my table tomrorow!

The Re-Farmer