Hello Everyone! Sorry, we have not been able to update the blog in a while due to projects here on the homestead. We have been busy building a chicken coop getting ready for our chicks to arrive. We also have been preparing for our fruit trees arrival. In addition, we had to build a wood shed because we had a crap ton of cut wood all over the property. In between that, we had to prepare for the arrival of our new additions to the family and the homestead, our boys lgd puppies Duke and Einstein. Last but not least, we had to prepare the garden. My husband was kind enough to bring home two truck loads of cow manure for my garden. We will be back to our regularly scheduled programming in a few days. Keep your eyes open and ear to the ground and a big thanks to all that follow us. God Bless!
With the stairs completed, this gave us the ability to start on our loft and gave us extra motivation to get the floor joists completed in a couple days. After the floor joists were completed, this left us with a dilemma. What flooring do we want? We had the idea of this old rustic look. So we took a little trip to the lumber store. Once we talked with the guys there, they suggested that we put down a sub-floor, then put down whatever flooring we wanted. We paid for the materials and rushed back to the grain bin house to wait for the supplies to arrive. The sub-floor flooring arrived about 30 minutes later.
With the sub-floor unloaded, we then carried a couple sheets of 4X8 advanced sub-flooring up to the loft. After laying these pieces on the floor, we soon realized that it did not make sense to put down a sub-floor, then a finished flooring on top of that. We also realized that this was not the vision and a total waste of money and time to put down a sub-floor and then a wood floor on top of that. Not to mention, the floor would be heavier this way. We discussed it for several minutes, and came up with using hemlock fir 2X12’s for the floor. We called the lumber guys to see if we could return the sub-flooring and then purchase 2X12 hemlock fir boards instead. They said we could. We then told them what we wanted to do. They replied, “You can’t do that!” “Why not?” we asked. Then a long pause. Well I guess you can, I don’t see why you can’t.
Without any hassle, 15 minutes before close on a Saturday, they picked up the 4×8 sheets and delivered our 2X12’s. We were relieved and excited that they were able to make this happen, otherwise we were dead in the water for an entire weekend. Granted, we had things to do on the outside, but all of those things were not important at the moment and could wait. We figured out the floor pattern and got our first few planks down. At that moment, I look at my husband and he looks at me, and we gave each other the nod of approval. Now this was our vision and we saved a lot of money!
This example is one of the many decisions we made that was not conventional but very cost effective. By thinking of unconventional ways to get the same or better results, this allowed us to put even more money towards operation quit job. At this point, we were so amped up about the floor we were rocking and rolling, and were able to get the floor laid over the weekend.
One of the other priorities for us was to make sure that we were able to have a garden so that we could capitalize on saving money on food by canning and eating fresh vegetables. We had to make time in our busy building schedule to find a spot and dig up a plot for the garden. So, it was time to rent a skid loader. Since, we did not have a truck at the time, my husband had to drive the skid loader 2 miles to the property. My husband is like a kid in a candy store when he gets on the machine, and always seems to find more projects that we didn’t even have planned. What a nutcase, I have to make him get off the machine to eat and use the restroom. He seems to think that now we need to buy one, I think he just wants it to play.While my husband was digging up the garden plot, I was continuing the work on clearing the land. By days end, we had the garden plot prepared and few more meaningless projects that my husband created. Ok not meaningless, but they just needed to be done at a later date. But you only live once right?!?
In the meantime, I was kinda starting to itch here and there and didn’t think about it much. As day turned into evening, I started to itch a little more. That’s when a light bulb came on and I remembered that we had poison ivy on the property. By bedtime, I was itching uncontrollably. Needless to say, I did not get much sleep, not sure my husband did either. But lucky him, he’s not allergic to the stuff, and can probably roll around in it, lucky dog. In the AM, I had never been so enthusiastic to go to work. I couldn’t wait to get there so that my doctor could give me a shot. Unfortunately, it was so bad, the shot did very little to relieve the itching. The doctor gave me a prescription cream and some sample products to try. It’s kinda hard to work when the only thing you can think about is scratching yourself to death. By day end, it had spread to my arms, legs, and stomach. I vowed to never, ever get poison ivy again. I must be a glutton for punishment because months later while helping clear the land, I got poison ivy again.
This time, it was not my fault! I wore extra clothes even in the heat of summer gloves, hat, jeans, long sleeves over a t-shirt, and boots.Now the problem was, I think that I got the poison ivy when I was taking off my work clothes but not getting in the shower right away. Doing this, doing that… maybe it was was my husband- he touched the poison ivy and spread it to me. I’m just going to blame it on him, yeah it was him. This was so tragic. I mean really. It was worse this time than the last time. I got another shot, more prescription medicine, more samples, and any other home remedy we could think of. I thought I was truly going to lose my mind, all I could think about was scratching. After this episode, I informed my husband that I resign my position of helping clear the land, effective immediately. After all, it was his idea to by this poison ivy infested place anyway, so he should have to clear it. But, I must say, he was a good sport and ran around town to get different medicines. After I got over the poison ivy enough to concentrate, it was time to tackle wiring.