A Near Miss

I do believe my daughter and I came very close to dying today!

I still can’t believe it.

My older daughter and I did some last errands today before returning my brother’s van.  A trip to the dump, the post office, quick trip to the next town, a bit of gas, then dropping it off at my brother’s.

Finished at the dump, we got back on the main highway.  There was a truck with a semi trailer coming at some distance, so when I turned, I gunned the van to get to highway speed as quickly as possible, to give the truck plenty of room.  It didn’t take me long at all to get to the speed limit.

Unfortunately, the truck was going faster than the speed limit.  I could see him catching up to me, so I started increasing my speed slightly, hoping he would back off.

He didn’t.

Even as I increased my speed more, he was soon tailgating me.

This rather concerned me, because I know those trucks need a lot of room in front of them, because of how much more distance they need to come to a full stop in an emergency.  I thought he might try and pass me, once the oncoming traffic was clear, but he didn’t.  He just stayed on my bumper.

I am not one to speed if I can avoid it, but I wasn’t going to have a truck that size riding my ass.  So I increased my speed some more and finally opened the space between us.

I didn’t have far to go, though, before I had to make a left turn off the highway.

Keeping an eye on my rear view mirror, I made a point of beginning to signal my turn well in advance, and before I started slowing down for my turn.

As I started slowing down, I could see him come barreling up to me.  He was not slowing down at all!  Not only that, but he started to pull over onto the shoulder, to pass me on the right.

I knew there would be no room for him to pass me on the right, so I quickly lane changed into the opposite lane.  Before I could even take my turn (at an unsafe speed, since I was never able to slow down as much as I should have), he passed us on the right, so close the entire vehicle was buffeted.  My daughter, who was better able to see him at that point, barely had time to realize what was going on when he went by, and she could see how close he came to hitting us.

He never slowed down at all.  Not even the slightest.

Thank God there wasn’t any oncoming traffic, which allowed me to change into the opposite lane.

I still can’t believe the guy did this.  There was no way he would have cleared us, if I had not driven into the other lane.  He would have hit us.  No doubt about it.

What was he even thinking??

The Re-farmer

One a Day

Okay.  New Year’s is done and while Christmas isn’t over for a few more days, we won’t be able to do anything for Three Kings Day this year, so I have no excuses.

Holiday is over.  Time to get back to work unpacking.

We are at that point where the essentials are unpacked, so we can get away with not unpacking more and still be able to function, despite the chaos.  So it’s really easy to get distracted with the many other things that crop up.  We are also not taking more things to the shed for storage right now, because of the cold.  It’s not far from the house, but loading and unloading the vehicle in these temperatures can lead to frostbite.  So it will wait.

My goal now is to unpack at least one box a day.

This is not as small a goal as it seems.

In order to unpack a box, that requires a place to unpack its contents into.

To give an example.

My FIL is very generous and, when he got himself a Keurig and began ordering pods online regularly, he would order extra for us as a gift.  We were getting cases of Keurig varieties every month.  This was faster than we actually consumed them, so they quickly added up until we thanked him but let him know we were good for a long while.

When we started packing up the room they were in, I even found about 6 unopened boxes that had been set aside, then covered by something else and forgotten.

I filled a size large box of unopened boxes of pods, plus another medium box mostly full of opened ones, plus my daughters had more opened boxes on the third floor.

We ended up setting the Keurig machine up in the living room, near my crochet corner.  The shelf it’s on has a bunch of open boxes of pods for immediate use stuffed inside, but there was no where near enough room for all the opened boxes, never mind the unopened ones.

I decided that I would store the rest of the boxes in one of the bottom shelves of our large divider shelf between the living and dining rooms.

In order to do that, we had to move the things that were in front of it.  This included 4 extra chairs, used when we have enough company to extend the table.  My sweet daughters checked out all of the dining chairs that were here and picked out the 4 most stable ones for daily use, then hauled the remaining 4 into the basement.  A couple of them are heavy oak, and the design of these chairs is cumbersome, so this was not an easy job.

Then I had to find temporary places for the other stuff in front of the shelves, move the litter box out of the corner (we still haven’t figured out a permanent spot for that), clean the space the litter box was in, and only then could I finally access and open the shelves I was after.

I completely filled the shelves, and still had to find a way to jam a bit more into the shelf I’ve got the Keurig machine sitting on.

I’m going to set up a separate garbage can, just for the pods.  When it’s full, I’ll empty the contents into the compost bucket, then keep the cleaned pods for starting seeds.  Considering how many pods we’ve got, I’ll likely have plenty to do crafts with, too.

What?  Did you think we were just going to throw them all in the garbage?  ;-)

End result: I got a size large box, plus half a size medium box, unpacked, meeting my goal of the day, and in the process, cleared out another space that needed to be worked on.

Which is how it’s going to be for the next while, with pretty much every box that is left to be unpacked.

I look forward to when it’s warm enough to move more furniture and boxes to the shed.  There are still several areas I haven’t even looked at, yet.   Like the dresser tucked into a nook between the bathroom and Old Kitchen doors.  I have no idea what’s in it, but on top of it there appears to be a memorial of some kind, for a woman who’s name and face I don’t recognize at all.

Every now and then, I look at it all and it’s so disheartening.  It’s going to take months.  But if I just do that one box a day, it will much more manageable.

And to think I used to like moving.

The Re-farmer

 

 

The Grocery Conundrum

I read a very interesting post this morning (Joe Average Buys Groceries) that I’ve found myself thinking about, off and on, throughout the day.  The first part talked about how much people spend per month, per person, for food.  The other part was personal experiences involving buying food on a limited budget.

Reading it got me thinking about the many things can affect our food purchases.  As someone who has had a lifelong interest in food history – I believe one of the best ways to learn about a culture is through their food – I’ve noticed the many factors that influence what becomes a “cultural” food.  Geology.  Climate.  Trade.  Levels of individual freedom. Government.  So many things are involved outside of just, who grows what and what does it cost people to acquire it.

There is a lot of discussion these days about affordability and accessibility of food.  Continue reading

Furry New Year Visitor

When my daughter opened the front door to feed the outside cats, we found a furry neighbour sitting at the front door of my brother’s van, looking right at us!  My brother’s dog had come for a visit.

20180101_1028521586177201.jpgHe’s a skittish sort, so as soon as the outer door was opened, he ran off and hid behind the van.  He wouldn’t come back around until after my daughter went over to the food and water containers, then he followed at a distance.

Also, the screen door window frosted over in the few seconds I stood at it, taking photos.  It did make the shots look at bit more artsy. LOL

It may be warming up today, but not by much, yet!  The dog is just loving the cold, though.

Then he joined the cats for a New Year’s treat of left over turkey bits and gravy.  As long as my daughter didn’t look directly at him, or try to interact with him, he would come close.

I look forward him being comfortable enough to let us pet him. He is so beautiful, with such a sweet temperament.

I’m glad he and the cats get along fairly well, because I expect we will be seeing lots more of him.

You can certainly tell which of the containers got the leftover turkey bits.

The Re-farmer

The lengths we go to…

Okay, so having an internet connection was a necessity for our living here, for a variety of reasons.  We had to settle for satellite, which is better than nothing, but has limitations.

As the router is in my office, my desktop is hard wired.  Everyone else is on wireless.

That, too, has limitations.  These range from sporadic connectivity (I get that even with my hard wired desktop) to slower speed. Even with the use of a wireless booster, which we had handy because we needed them even in the townhouse we lived in before the move, it’s still an issue in parts of the house.  Whether that is due to wireless issues, or our satellite itself, there’s no way to know for sure.

My husband’s desktop still isn’t working, so he’s using his work laptop.  Due to space restrictions, he’s set up in the living room.  That gives him the added bonus of using the big screen TV left behind for us as a second monitor.

The wireless connection, however, is causing him some problems. Continue reading

Window woes

Lots of stuff in this house is very old.  I don’t even know how old some things in the Old Part are, as I don’t know when it was originally built.

One of the good things is that we have excellent new windows in most of the rooms.

Most.

For some reason, my mother insisted that the big window in the master bedroom did not need to be replaced.

This would be the window that’s now about our heads as we sleep.

The following photo shows what’s going on in one half of it. Continue reading

Oh, What a Pain!

Coming from the background that I have has found me making some very interesting observations over the years.

Growing up here on this farm, I essentially grew up as if I were part of another generation.  We were subsistence farmers; we basically grew enough to support ourselves and make a bit of money selling a few cows.  When my father bought the farm from a family member, he upgraded from using horses to using tractors.  There are very few people my age that actually took part in stooking and threshing, outside of Thresherman’s reunions.  I can go into museums that feature pioneer displays and see tools and equipment I actually used.  We grew, raised and processed most of our own food.  It was, as I affectionately call it, a life two sticks ahead of the stone ages. Continue reading

The Good, The … oh F****

Well, now.

First the good stuff.

I have awesome brothers.  I phoned my younger brother today and asked if I could borrow their van for about a week.  Just until it warmed up and I could get our own van to the garage next week.  He said yes, and this allowed me to do the shopping for the month.  We have FINALLY been able to stock up on the basics and necessities.

Unfortunately…

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Well, Crud

Today was supposed to be a bit warmer – the high was to be a balmy -20C this afternoon. After that, it’s supposed to scream back down again for the next few days, so I thought I would try again for a trip into town.

The van started no problem, but after about half a minute, it started making noises.

Different noises. Continue reading