I was very excited this morning for the promise of a spring-like day.
It was a blustery one! But, I didn’t need coveralls and snow boots, so I’m not complaining.
The room-project is on hold, pending the results of an asbestos test on the old linoleum glue. I took a sample to an asbestos-removal company yesterday, they will send it to a lab and we should have results later this week. While I was at it, I took along a load of scrap metal. Seriously, I didn’t want to do the scrap metal thing by myself but curiosity was getting the best of me. Pig-farmer and I were having a discussion about spring clean-up around the place. He said we only had a $100 worth of junk to sell. My take was different, of course. I took a very small amount of metal scrap items and made $12.60 … proving my point to pig-farmer. We have more than $100 worth of junk lying around. Then I decided I shouldn’t, probably, be happy about that. Woo-hoo! Look at all the junk we have! Get my point? Anyway, the employees at the place were very nice, helped unload my stuff and answered my questions. Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and leap over the fear of feeling stupid.
Since the room-project is on hold and it was too windy to do much in the yard, I started to clean up the loft section of the shed. Our whole, big, machine shed is a disaster zone. Well, judging from the lingering smell, the feral tom cats were using this loft section as their little party palace this winter. I did a lot of sweeping and pitching. I almost got it finished before I had to move on to other jobs. Tomorrow is another day.
At least that’s what the animals were telling me.
Finally, Bernice is looking pregnant to me. She is due to farrow on April 15th. Pigs tend to carry low more than out to the side. Pig-farmer has been asking me for some time now if I thought she was looking “piggy.” The thought of pigs makes him so happy I didn’t want to exactly say that I couldn’t see it. For an answer, I would sort of hum, “MmmhmmMmHummmm.” He was happy enough with that.