I'm Dating The Plywood...

Several weeks ago, we purchased plywood at a pretty penny to repair some weak spots in the lodge.  Well, the hubby has repaired maybe four square feet then he wandered off to fence building.  I'm gonna write a date on this plywood to see exactly how long this project takes to completion.

I don't complain, it is a waste of energy and too negative in a world full of negatives.  On the other hand with the plywood laid out in my computer room floor with all its wonderful arches and bows. I do get a little frustrated.  When my computer chair rolls me completely under my computer desk and I have to hold myself away with my feet, I get a tad frustrated.  When I rise, the computer chair rolls wildly across the plywood and ricochets off the wall. I am totally discombobulated.

I was thrilled when he had completed one area.  I proceeded to paint a section in Andrew's bathroom and about half way through, I realized there are no vents.  Now, vents are an essential part of our floor heating system.  So at this point the partially painted floor boards have no vent outlets.  I quit.

On the brighter side, the cows have a pasture filled with green grass for their tremendous pleasure.

After moving the cattle, hubby mowed the yard, partially.  All you farmers know how important perimeter fences are but hubby puttered along making groups of fencing so he can rotate the cattle and the grass will not be over grazed.  Pasture Management 101 was a class missed by hubby.  When his erratic fence joins into a nice whole pasture maybe he will realize I have been a farmer far longer than he has.  Maybe, just maybe, a light will go off and he will know I was right.

There is always hope.