Can you tell the difference?
I was painting the hallway at the farmstead, white. No electricity, no windows in that area. The white has brightened it up a bit. And yes, I am painting wood paneling.
X is looking good. He seems happy and busy.
You saw the bathroom at the farmstead. There is a little traveler potty. A composing outhouse is in the plans but for now the above tree is perfect for peeing. No really. I thought you guys were just dying to see it.
After we left the homestead for the farmstead, we stopped at a store. I opened the back of the car to put the bought items in. Out came 6 quarts of canned pickled, crashing to the pavement. Mom was upset, but I told her to look, it was only 2 jars, not all of them. I cleaned up the glass and the now useless pickles and put them in a grocery bag. As I was putting them into the trash can, I discovered that the entry hole was a bit too small. Now the peat moss bags are covered in blood.
The cut is deep and long. I could move the flesh around the bone easily. I needs a stitch or two (three would be my guess). I wrapped in in Kleenex. My mother wanted to stop at an ER. I waved her on, we have what we need at the farm. Turns out we didn't though. Mom had nothing for stitches. And she says she doubts she would be able to sew any one's flesh up. We still need stuff for stitches out at the farmstead. We poured clean water on it, and I bit my lip to keep from cursing in front of my mother. It burned! Then some peroxide. But the vinegar and salt had kept the wound clean. I also had to pucker the wound out, as it was trying to curl inward. It will be a good scar. (still burns a bit this morning)
I wasn't home 10 minutes, when the phone rang. There were rabbits at the shop.
Free range rabbits. But the are very docile. We received 7 yesterday and the guy says there are more on their way. And I didn't have to pay or barter for them.