Friday Nite Check In

 I have only been putting this project off for..., oh..., five or six years I guess.  The house fire was in late January 2020..., "luckily" only the roof got destroyed, though there was a lot of smoke, ash and water damage as well.  This Back Porch was partially enclosed with clear plastic sheeting on the walls and roof..., and the section of the roof close to the house suffered some melting.  So as a "temporary" fix I fashioned some feed sacks other plastic pieces to direct the rain water from the roof to the side of the house where it would not collect on the floor of The Porch.  Last week in the FNCI I mentioned that the weather forecast was for dry and warm weather for the next week..., and my three resident kitties..., and their friends thought maybe it would be a good time to initiate a more permanent "fix" so we wouldn't have to stumble over the various pots and pans that were strategically placed under the various drips.  

Above are the damaged pieces that I had to remove.  All those clear plastic pieces made for a nice green house effect that Julie made use of to grow tomatoes there for a couple years..., but I didn't need a green house, so I used mostly tin and just a few pieces of the clear plastic to let in a bit more light in the replacement roof.

Getting the roof replaced was bad enough..., but cleaning up kitty hair is a thankless effort..., as is cleaning off the accumulation of many years of pollen, moss and mildew build up.

That wasn't the only project that the damned nice weather called for.  I patched a hole in the bathtub..., no not in the house..., the one in the Northwest 40 pasture that I use as a water trough for Charlie Horse.  I thought it was just a little pencil size hole at first glance..., but a little probing enlarged it by a wide margin.  I have my fingers crossed that the patch will hold.  I fired up the lawn mower for the Little Puppy Yard out by The Saddle Bar(n)..., and touched it up with The Weed Eater..., then moved on to The Big Back Yard..., then on to The Gravel Driveway.  I got a good chunk of driveway done before I ran out of gas..., and The Weed Eater as getting low on gas too..., I think 😀

Somewhere in between all that I managed to get the regular chores done and even pulled some scotch broom and washed the Tacoma..., the Tundra is a future project..., and the damn weather forecast may make it the not too distant future.

Today was fairly easy..., mail and grocery run.  $5.90 a gallon at the first gas station in town..., the other two are a bit slower..., but not for long I suspect.  I have mentioned that I usually load up on Walmart beer to save $3.00 a case when I go to Port Angeles..., and if Wally hasn't raised his prices I will now be saving $7.00 a case over the Forks prices.  I did manage to nab a half price Rib Steak ($11..., use today or freeze).  I did have to pay full price for my other one. 

 

For your Friday Nite Music Video I have several reasons for picking this one by Josh Ritter.  He grew up in Moscow, ID and I have several of his CD's.  This one has some lyrics of Idaho rivers..., though we always called The Lolo a "creek" and not a river..., and I tend to think of the Priest and the Payette as lakes more than rivers..., but the Snake and the Salmon are famous to more people than just Idaho folks.  And the last reason for choosing this song is..., I once wrote some song lyrics of my own called, "One More Mountain to Climb..., One More River to Run" and posted it here on the blog.

..., One More River to Run

Here's the link to Josh Ritter and "One More River to Cross"  I don't think that it is included on any album yet.

Lyrics: The Chacos, the Brazos, the wide Rio Grande, One more river to cross, The Rogue running green through a cottonwood stand, One more river to cross, I’ve tried to be good for most of my life, And never do wrong when I knew what was right, So when I cross over my heart will be light One more river to cross. I was twelve when I first crossed the Cumberland Gap, One more river to cross, And except for in memory, I’ve never looked back, One more river to cross, The Snake and the Salmon, The Priest, the Payette, The Lolo, the Bravo, the San Bernadette, I’m tired but I still got one left in me yet, One more river to cross. My one true companion is carrying me, One more river to cross, And when I cross over, he’ll go roaming free, One more river to cross, Out where the paints and the ponies run wild, Through endless green valleys, ‘til one day he finds, A river and crossing it back to my side, One more river to cross.