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Jun. 23rd, 2024 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unicorndukeit has been so fucking hot this week. thankfully work has been light, I did some weeding in the mornings and computer work in the afternoon. We had a field meeting, but simply held it under a pavilion and then I got ice cream on the way home.
I spent this weekend at my parents, first time this season and since christmas time. it was hotter down there than up at my house, with heat warnings continuing until today. I spent yesterday cultivating on the wonderful international 140. It's an old gas powered cultivating tractor and it runs hot. So instead of suffering more, I simply tied a beach umbrella to the seat and cultivated most of the day and it was actually not too bad. I had my electrolyte water, snacks, a jump pack in case I needed to turn the tractor off and start it again because the battery was dead. I had headphones, but I didn't really want to listen to music for once.
Apparently extremely funny to many people.
Don't get me wrong, I was full body extremely damp with sweat and hot but I wasn't hot hot like being in the sun would be. There was occasional breezes and then occasional 5 minute downpours which didn't even wet the ground enough for me to stop cultivating. My parents are also quite happy to run their window AC units which makes the house a little arctic but it feels good after being outside. I worked very late, but I was Solving Problems, the problem being that the heat made the weeds in the newly sprouted pumpkins germinate too fast and dad didn't have time to get the pre-emergent herbicide on, so he sent me to pull an 80 year old cultivator (three point hitch) from the hedge on the mountain and see if it would work. After spending some time lubricating a rusty nut and bolt, I straightened one tine and put the extra on the end and then ran down the road to test it. It worked perfectly! It ended up being something like 68 inches wide straddling the pumpkins, with the rows being 72 inches apart, so the cultivators will cover most of the aisles and still cultivate relatively close to the pumpkins without burying them. And then it was 7pm and suddenly pouring rain.
I didn't work this morning, just picked two buckets of blueberries, because they're coming on alarmingly fast and I wanted to eat blueberries. I sweated so much while standing and picking, it was incredible.
Dad and I finally had a discussion about going back to the farm, as in, he asked what the timeline would be, I told him 1-3 years and he thought that was reasonable to start putting things into place. LLCs, putting the land in trust or a separate LLC, some sort of retirement plan stuff, maybe looking into a conservation easement to help. Good talk.
I drove home and thankfully beat the storm, which I was really worried about. For some godforsaken reason, my housemate never closed the fucking windows this morning, so the house is 80F. there's no fucking reason for that. So I closed my bedroom door, cranked my AC unit as cold as it would go and I'm trying to cool down. I'm mad about it. I didn't ask her to do it and I probably should have, but also why wouldn't you do that? I may have to go close a bunch of the windows anyway, we're supposed to have some storms roll through with the possibility of tornados (???) so that means if it rains, it'll rain in some of the windows. so then it will be hot and disgusting in the rest of the house but I simply will ignore it.
(I came to the conclusion recently that F and I are not long-term compatible housemates, mostly because I dislike her habits (being weird about AC, burning incense, some of the jokes she makes, HER SHIT ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM and she won't clean it up) too much to overlook them, and we don't have enough in common to become close enough friends for me to get over those habits. I suspect it's a me thing plus we weren't actually friends before we bought a house together, we were friendly and we get along but I think I'm picky and shouldn't live with just anyone. I disliked some of J's habits but we were very compatible friends and housemates, so I could work through that dislike more. F and I did discuss the farm thing before we bought the house together, so she knew it was a possibility at some point. I think I need to look at it as a thing to tolerate for now, and then at some point, I will leave and it will be better. Or something.)
It's supposed to be in the 70s like two days this week, so I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
ETA: I also saw a cybertruck for the first time driving home, through the middle of fucking nowhere PA, where there's not cell service even and I dont' know of a single charging station in like four counties, so good luck to them, they had MD plates so probably not staying but also wtf
I spent this weekend at my parents, first time this season and since christmas time. it was hotter down there than up at my house, with heat warnings continuing until today. I spent yesterday cultivating on the wonderful international 140. It's an old gas powered cultivating tractor and it runs hot. So instead of suffering more, I simply tied a beach umbrella to the seat and cultivated most of the day and it was actually not too bad. I had my electrolyte water, snacks, a jump pack in case I needed to turn the tractor off and start it again because the battery was dead. I had headphones, but I didn't really want to listen to music for once.
Apparently extremely funny to many people.
Don't get me wrong, I was full body extremely damp with sweat and hot but I wasn't hot hot like being in the sun would be. There was occasional breezes and then occasional 5 minute downpours which didn't even wet the ground enough for me to stop cultivating. My parents are also quite happy to run their window AC units which makes the house a little arctic but it feels good after being outside. I worked very late, but I was Solving Problems, the problem being that the heat made the weeds in the newly sprouted pumpkins germinate too fast and dad didn't have time to get the pre-emergent herbicide on, so he sent me to pull an 80 year old cultivator (three point hitch) from the hedge on the mountain and see if it would work. After spending some time lubricating a rusty nut and bolt, I straightened one tine and put the extra on the end and then ran down the road to test it. It worked perfectly! It ended up being something like 68 inches wide straddling the pumpkins, with the rows being 72 inches apart, so the cultivators will cover most of the aisles and still cultivate relatively close to the pumpkins without burying them. And then it was 7pm and suddenly pouring rain.
I didn't work this morning, just picked two buckets of blueberries, because they're coming on alarmingly fast and I wanted to eat blueberries. I sweated so much while standing and picking, it was incredible.
Dad and I finally had a discussion about going back to the farm, as in, he asked what the timeline would be, I told him 1-3 years and he thought that was reasonable to start putting things into place. LLCs, putting the land in trust or a separate LLC, some sort of retirement plan stuff, maybe looking into a conservation easement to help. Good talk.
I drove home and thankfully beat the storm, which I was really worried about. For some godforsaken reason, my housemate never closed the fucking windows this morning, so the house is 80F. there's no fucking reason for that. So I closed my bedroom door, cranked my AC unit as cold as it would go and I'm trying to cool down. I'm mad about it. I didn't ask her to do it and I probably should have, but also why wouldn't you do that? I may have to go close a bunch of the windows anyway, we're supposed to have some storms roll through with the possibility of tornados (???) so that means if it rains, it'll rain in some of the windows. so then it will be hot and disgusting in the rest of the house but I simply will ignore it.
(I came to the conclusion recently that F and I are not long-term compatible housemates, mostly because I dislike her habits (being weird about AC, burning incense, some of the jokes she makes, HER SHIT ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM and she won't clean it up) too much to overlook them, and we don't have enough in common to become close enough friends for me to get over those habits. I suspect it's a me thing plus we weren't actually friends before we bought a house together, we were friendly and we get along but I think I'm picky and shouldn't live with just anyone. I disliked some of J's habits but we were very compatible friends and housemates, so I could work through that dislike more. F and I did discuss the farm thing before we bought the house together, so she knew it was a possibility at some point. I think I need to look at it as a thing to tolerate for now, and then at some point, I will leave and it will be better. Or something.)
It's supposed to be in the 70s like two days this week, so I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
ETA: I also saw a cybertruck for the first time driving home, through the middle of fucking nowhere PA, where there's not cell service even and I dont' know of a single charging station in like four counties, so good luck to them, they had MD plates so probably not staying but also wtf
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Date: 2024-06-24 12:29 pm (UTC)I love the beach umbrella, what a great idea!
I hope things settle down for you on the living situation front. I'd definitely be stressed out both by the status quo and by the prospect of change.
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Date: 2024-06-24 04:11 pm (UTC)I'm mildly irritated but I know that's how it goes sometimes. Hopefully now that I've figured out there's a mismatch, I can set it aside and figure out how to make it work for now. It's taken two years to get to this point, which is pretty good in terms of house compatibility. but future stuff also gives me a plan to work towards and I love a plan.