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Can't wait to hear the next installment! You should write a book - no wait - you are! Best seller if you ask me. 
Ridgetop - our place and how we muddle along
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Bruce
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Ridgetop
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We are leaving for Yelm, WA. next Saturday so don't know how much time I will have while getting packed, etc. to do much on line until we arrive there. DS1 is loading our traveling Wi-Fi doohickey (technical term much in vogue with persons of my age) so I will be able to check up on you guys and respond to any emails.
OK. Here is the next installment of our fateful tale - Devil Pig - The Fair.
Pandemonium gripped the barnyard, there was a whirlwind of activity. Children ran to and fro with purpose, or maybe just to annoy their mother who was approaching a nervous breakdown. Instructions were shouted and countermanded. Children called by the wrong names until just a pointing finger and "You" was used to identify each child. Bales of shavings, straw and hay sat in untidy piles to one side of the driveway. Bags of grain and feed leaned drunkenly against them. Feeders, buckets, keyhole boards, shovels, rakes, muck buckets, wheelbarrows all gradually grew into a mountain of equipment. Large wooden chests with the Ridgetop logo carefully stenciled on them sat to one side to be packed, unpacked, checked and repacked to make sure that nothing was forgotten. Every so often someone would drag a piece of equipment out of the pile and spray paint blue and yellow stripes on the handles. Yes, dear readers, it is my mournful duty to tell you that it is a law of nature that equipment at a Fairground grows legs and walks away. Thus, always spray bright paint in a combo of colors signifying your ownership on EVERYTHING you take to the Fair. Ridgetop uses bright blue and chromium yellow, easily spotted as it walks across the livestock barn from many yards away. Easy to retrieve from “borrowers” who use your stuff, discard it elsewhere, or attempt to hide it in their tack shed because they have forgotten their own equipment.
Because, YES! This was the 3 DAY LEAD UP TO THE FAIR! Over the next 3 days, informational signs, and posters would be drawn for posting on stalls. The hated all white 4-H uniforms would be washed, and washed again. 4-H hats, scarves and ties would be found, lost, argued over among 3 boys, then collected by mother who put them safely in the uniform garment bags hanging in her own closet. Emblems not yet sewn on hats would be hastily applied. Equipment carefully put away after the last Fair would be found to have unaccountably vanished! Only to resurface, dust covered, in the corner of the barn where “NO ONE” had put it. “NO ONE” and his brother “NOT ME” spent a lot of time at our house getting my innocent children in trouble.
Over the previous week the dairy goats had been clipped, washed, and their hooves trimmed. The market lambs were shampooed with Dawn (to cut the grease), slick shorn, then rinsed with a little laundry bluing, and squeezed into their stretchy lamb show coats. They looked a little like sausages on toothpicks in the tight elastic coats. The driveway was now covered with frothy rivulets of blue carrying occasional floating clumps of wool.
On the day before check-in, the veal calves were bathed. Naturally, as soon as they were bathed, they immediately laid down. They were pulled up and hosed off then tied to the railing to dry. Finally, the 4 show hogs were the last to do. Loaded into the pig cart, one by one they were bathed and driven into fresh dry stalls filled with shavings for the night.
Now, the truck was loaded with bales of straw, hay, shavings, bags of feed, goat milking stands, lamb grooming stands, milking equipment, grooming equipment, showing equipment, folding chairs, tools, tack boxes, etc. With 4 children all showing multiple animals, that is a LOT of stuff. We made the first trip to the Fairgrounds, where we checked in, received our ID wristbands, and our stall numbers, including the extra stall I paid for to use as a tack room. We were being housed in the horse barns so had large loose box stalls for the animals. Unloading all our stuff, we dragged it to the appropriate livestock pens. Then made 2 more trips home to bring the rest of our belongings, including the posters and signs we had made for the different projects. Now we set to work converting empty stalls into homes for the animals for a week. In the barns we attached keyhole feeder boards at an angle across corners of the goat pens for hay. Water buckets went in locations accessible for the hose. 50 gallon water barrels with Lixit spigots went into the pig pens. We had 3 barrels. We also brought our 3 J feeders. When we had most of the stalls set up, we went home for the livestock.
DH was getting home from work as we arrived. Quickly he hitched up the Miley. It was small so we rushed to load as many animals as we could. It took 2 trips but we had now brought the goats, sheep and calves to the Fairgrounds. It was after 7:30 pm, and the sun was on its way down. We needed to have the hogs on the grounds by 10:00 p.m. The light was going, and the office said they would be turning the fairground lights off at 10:00 pm. DD and DS1 were now feeding and beginning the milking. DH and I had to go get the hogs, load them, bring them back, unload them, and sort them into their stalls. Remember Devil Pig? Oh yes, he was waiting and plotting at home . . . .
As I started to lose what control I had over the situation, several of the other Grange and 4-H dads, finished with their livestock unloading, strolled up to chat with DH. Hearing that DH and I had to get the hogs still and were worried about being able to get them into the trailer, they laughed. DH and I tried to tell them that these were hogs like no others, they were governed by a dark force named Devil Pig. The men all had years of pig experience between them. They decided to go along and show DH how proper hog herding was done. Although I offered to go and help, they told me to stay at the Fairgrounds with the children. You could almost hear the patronizing, but unspoken, words “little lady”. Five 6’ 200 lb.+ men climbed into the truck. I reminded my husband where the first aid kit was as he pulled out. “Back in half an hour”, one fellow gaily called out as they drove to their doom.
With DD and DS1 milking, straining, filling calf bottles, and feeding the other animals, I busied myself unpacking and setting up the tack room. A place to hang all the uniforms, check, set up the table and run the cord for the coffee pot, check, chairs, check, feed neatly placed, cleanup equipment neatly placed, check, check, check. I didn’t notice how the time had slipped away until the kids came whining about how hungry they were. Naturally, we hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and it was now - 10:00pm?!!! Looking outside the tackroom, I realized the exterior lights were shutting off all over the grounds
WHERE WAS DH? WHERE WAS HIS MERRY BAND OF EXPERIENCED HOG HANDLERS? I had not brought any food with us since I had planned to pick up burgers for everyone on the way to get the hogs. Luckily, I had packed a box with bottled water and granola bars that I planned to keep in the tack room for the kids for emergencies. Well, here was our first emergency. Doling out the granola bars and telling the children to stay in the tack room I made my way through the dark to the gate where I was relieved to see the security guard on duty. I had been worried that we might have been locked in and DH and the hogs locked out. Pre-cell phone times remember. Telling the security guard to watch for DH, I made my way through the dark barns, occasionally tripping over someone’s stuff, to our hog pens. There I turned on the stall lights and opened the doors so DH would see where we had to put our hogs.
Back in the tackroom, I listened for the truck as I tried to pacify the grumbling children with false promises of going home “soon”. DS3, age 5, was already asleep on a pile of feed sacks in the corner. The magic had worn off and the kids WANTED TO GO HOME NOW! I would have made a pot of coffee, but the coffee grounds were sitting in a box that was half packed on the kitchen table, due to come tomorrow. Finally, a truck motor and the crunch of tires on the dirt road between the horse barns, signaled the return of my intrepid warrior. I ran out to greet them and waved them to the stalls. DH backed up to the first open door.
“Good, now we need to put these numbered hogs in here”, I started, waving my paperwork, but stopped as the 5 silent men climbed out of the truck. The lighting was bad, but I thought they looked a little pale. On the other hand, that could have been the contrast with the large splashes of pig mug across their faces. One by one they looked at the open stall door, then turned to look at me. “You want us to sort them?” one quavered hoarsely. I noticed he had a large bloody rag wrapped around one hand. It was reminiscent of one of Devil Pig’s souvenirs. The largest man seemed to shudder. A third leaned against the side of the truck. He seemed to be crying.
“Honey, I think we can do that tomorrow when we have more light”, said DH calmly. “it’s getting late and these guys have to get home. Let’s just get them all in here for tonight.” The men seemed to revive slightly. Moving with more purpose, they positioned themselves around the trailer gate. As the hogs came out of the trailer, they herded them into the pen. Then I heard a soft curse “It’s that little crazy *%@^**&! He’s just standing there staring at us!” The man wearing the bloody rag flinched back. I thought he made the sign against the evil eye, but it was dark. There was a pause. Then DH took a breath, “I’ll get him”, he said bravely and climbed into the trailer. The trailer shook, Devil Pig squealed, then came rushing out gnashing his jaws. The men jumped back, slammed the door and threw the bolt. As they moved slowly into the light of the headlamps I could see the extent of the damages they had suffered. Several seemed to have been bleeding, all had lots of pig mud and stuff on them, one had a large tear in a delicate area of his pants, the fourth was limping badly. “Thank you so much! But are you guys OK?” I asked, “I have a First Aid kit in the tackroom”. “We’re fine” they assured us as they limped away. “It was no trouble at all.” I am surprised their pants didn’t burst into flames!
DH and I drove around to the tack room where now all 3 boys were sleeping on the feed sacks, while DD slept sitting upright on a straw bale. As I washed off DH’s scrapes, he spoke of the horrors of loading Devil Pig. His voice was low and shook slightly. I promised we would not speak of it again. We loaded the children into the truck for the trip home. “We only have to get through weigh in tomorrow” I told DH as I snapped the padlock on the tack room door.
Tomorrow. With Devil Pig. We drove home with the windows down.
OK. Here is the next installment of our fateful tale - Devil Pig - The Fair.
Pandemonium gripped the barnyard, there was a whirlwind of activity. Children ran to and fro with purpose, or maybe just to annoy their mother who was approaching a nervous breakdown. Instructions were shouted and countermanded. Children called by the wrong names until just a pointing finger and "You" was used to identify each child. Bales of shavings, straw and hay sat in untidy piles to one side of the driveway. Bags of grain and feed leaned drunkenly against them. Feeders, buckets, keyhole boards, shovels, rakes, muck buckets, wheelbarrows all gradually grew into a mountain of equipment. Large wooden chests with the Ridgetop logo carefully stenciled on them sat to one side to be packed, unpacked, checked and repacked to make sure that nothing was forgotten. Every so often someone would drag a piece of equipment out of the pile and spray paint blue and yellow stripes on the handles. Yes, dear readers, it is my mournful duty to tell you that it is a law of nature that equipment at a Fairground grows legs and walks away. Thus, always spray bright paint in a combo of colors signifying your ownership on EVERYTHING you take to the Fair. Ridgetop uses bright blue and chromium yellow, easily spotted as it walks across the livestock barn from many yards away. Easy to retrieve from “borrowers” who use your stuff, discard it elsewhere, or attempt to hide it in their tack shed because they have forgotten their own equipment.
Because, YES! This was the 3 DAY LEAD UP TO THE FAIR! Over the next 3 days, informational signs, and posters would be drawn for posting on stalls. The hated all white 4-H uniforms would be washed, and washed again. 4-H hats, scarves and ties would be found, lost, argued over among 3 boys, then collected by mother who put them safely in the uniform garment bags hanging in her own closet. Emblems not yet sewn on hats would be hastily applied. Equipment carefully put away after the last Fair would be found to have unaccountably vanished! Only to resurface, dust covered, in the corner of the barn where “NO ONE” had put it. “NO ONE” and his brother “NOT ME” spent a lot of time at our house getting my innocent children in trouble.
Over the previous week the dairy goats had been clipped, washed, and their hooves trimmed. The market lambs were shampooed with Dawn (to cut the grease), slick shorn, then rinsed with a little laundry bluing, and squeezed into their stretchy lamb show coats. They looked a little like sausages on toothpicks in the tight elastic coats. The driveway was now covered with frothy rivulets of blue carrying occasional floating clumps of wool.
On the day before check-in, the veal calves were bathed. Naturally, as soon as they were bathed, they immediately laid down. They were pulled up and hosed off then tied to the railing to dry. Finally, the 4 show hogs were the last to do. Loaded into the pig cart, one by one they were bathed and driven into fresh dry stalls filled with shavings for the night.
Now, the truck was loaded with bales of straw, hay, shavings, bags of feed, goat milking stands, lamb grooming stands, milking equipment, grooming equipment, showing equipment, folding chairs, tools, tack boxes, etc. With 4 children all showing multiple animals, that is a LOT of stuff. We made the first trip to the Fairgrounds, where we checked in, received our ID wristbands, and our stall numbers, including the extra stall I paid for to use as a tack room. We were being housed in the horse barns so had large loose box stalls for the animals. Unloading all our stuff, we dragged it to the appropriate livestock pens. Then made 2 more trips home to bring the rest of our belongings, including the posters and signs we had made for the different projects. Now we set to work converting empty stalls into homes for the animals for a week. In the barns we attached keyhole feeder boards at an angle across corners of the goat pens for hay. Water buckets went in locations accessible for the hose. 50 gallon water barrels with Lixit spigots went into the pig pens. We had 3 barrels. We also brought our 3 J feeders. When we had most of the stalls set up, we went home for the livestock.
DH was getting home from work as we arrived. Quickly he hitched up the Miley. It was small so we rushed to load as many animals as we could. It took 2 trips but we had now brought the goats, sheep and calves to the Fairgrounds. It was after 7:30 pm, and the sun was on its way down. We needed to have the hogs on the grounds by 10:00 p.m. The light was going, and the office said they would be turning the fairground lights off at 10:00 pm. DD and DS1 were now feeding and beginning the milking. DH and I had to go get the hogs, load them, bring them back, unload them, and sort them into their stalls. Remember Devil Pig? Oh yes, he was waiting and plotting at home . . . .
As I started to lose what control I had over the situation, several of the other Grange and 4-H dads, finished with their livestock unloading, strolled up to chat with DH. Hearing that DH and I had to get the hogs still and were worried about being able to get them into the trailer, they laughed. DH and I tried to tell them that these were hogs like no others, they were governed by a dark force named Devil Pig. The men all had years of pig experience between them. They decided to go along and show DH how proper hog herding was done. Although I offered to go and help, they told me to stay at the Fairgrounds with the children. You could almost hear the patronizing, but unspoken, words “little lady”. Five 6’ 200 lb.+ men climbed into the truck. I reminded my husband where the first aid kit was as he pulled out. “Back in half an hour”, one fellow gaily called out as they drove to their doom.
With DD and DS1 milking, straining, filling calf bottles, and feeding the other animals, I busied myself unpacking and setting up the tack room. A place to hang all the uniforms, check, set up the table and run the cord for the coffee pot, check, chairs, check, feed neatly placed, cleanup equipment neatly placed, check, check, check. I didn’t notice how the time had slipped away until the kids came whining about how hungry they were. Naturally, we hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and it was now - 10:00pm?!!! Looking outside the tackroom, I realized the exterior lights were shutting off all over the grounds
WHERE WAS DH? WHERE WAS HIS MERRY BAND OF EXPERIENCED HOG HANDLERS? I had not brought any food with us since I had planned to pick up burgers for everyone on the way to get the hogs. Luckily, I had packed a box with bottled water and granola bars that I planned to keep in the tack room for the kids for emergencies. Well, here was our first emergency. Doling out the granola bars and telling the children to stay in the tack room I made my way through the dark to the gate where I was relieved to see the security guard on duty. I had been worried that we might have been locked in and DH and the hogs locked out. Pre-cell phone times remember. Telling the security guard to watch for DH, I made my way through the dark barns, occasionally tripping over someone’s stuff, to our hog pens. There I turned on the stall lights and opened the doors so DH would see where we had to put our hogs.
Back in the tackroom, I listened for the truck as I tried to pacify the grumbling children with false promises of going home “soon”. DS3, age 5, was already asleep on a pile of feed sacks in the corner. The magic had worn off and the kids WANTED TO GO HOME NOW! I would have made a pot of coffee, but the coffee grounds were sitting in a box that was half packed on the kitchen table, due to come tomorrow. Finally, a truck motor and the crunch of tires on the dirt road between the horse barns, signaled the return of my intrepid warrior. I ran out to greet them and waved them to the stalls. DH backed up to the first open door.
“Good, now we need to put these numbered hogs in here”, I started, waving my paperwork, but stopped as the 5 silent men climbed out of the truck. The lighting was bad, but I thought they looked a little pale. On the other hand, that could have been the contrast with the large splashes of pig mug across their faces. One by one they looked at the open stall door, then turned to look at me. “You want us to sort them?” one quavered hoarsely. I noticed he had a large bloody rag wrapped around one hand. It was reminiscent of one of Devil Pig’s souvenirs. The largest man seemed to shudder. A third leaned against the side of the truck. He seemed to be crying.
“Honey, I think we can do that tomorrow when we have more light”, said DH calmly. “it’s getting late and these guys have to get home. Let’s just get them all in here for tonight.” The men seemed to revive slightly. Moving with more purpose, they positioned themselves around the trailer gate. As the hogs came out of the trailer, they herded them into the pen. Then I heard a soft curse “It’s that little crazy *%@^**&! He’s just standing there staring at us!” The man wearing the bloody rag flinched back. I thought he made the sign against the evil eye, but it was dark. There was a pause. Then DH took a breath, “I’ll get him”, he said bravely and climbed into the trailer. The trailer shook, Devil Pig squealed, then came rushing out gnashing his jaws. The men jumped back, slammed the door and threw the bolt. As they moved slowly into the light of the headlamps I could see the extent of the damages they had suffered. Several seemed to have been bleeding, all had lots of pig mud and stuff on them, one had a large tear in a delicate area of his pants, the fourth was limping badly. “Thank you so much! But are you guys OK?” I asked, “I have a First Aid kit in the tackroom”. “We’re fine” they assured us as they limped away. “It was no trouble at all.” I am surprised their pants didn’t burst into flames!
DH and I drove around to the tack room where now all 3 boys were sleeping on the feed sacks, while DD slept sitting upright on a straw bale. As I washed off DH’s scrapes, he spoke of the horrors of loading Devil Pig. His voice was low and shook slightly. I promised we would not speak of it again. We loaded the children into the truck for the trip home. “We only have to get through weigh in tomorrow” I told DH as I snapped the padlock on the tack room door.
Tomorrow. With Devil Pig. We drove home with the windows down.
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Ridgetop
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Time out for a visit to the present! I now have a countertop on my new utility room cabinets! 
Only a year finishing the room after construction. We needed a new washer/dryer and decided to get a stacking model to save space. However, in our notable tradition, after making sure it could be ducted out the side, and spending days reading all the reviews on the differences between Maytag and Whirlpool (none) we bought the Maytag since we saved about $400 with the sales prices. Both Maytag and Whirlpool take the identical side venting materials and attach the same way, but the store refused to install the side venting dryer. They would stick it on top of the washer, BUT apparently the side venting feature REQUIRES YOU TO COMPLETELY DISASSEMBLE THE DRYER, REMOVING THE TUB AND INTERNAL MECHANISM!
So DS1 went on line to figure it out. He is my go-to-guy for anything needing difficult work. After studying the instructions on line for a day or two, DS1 ordered the internal parts to convert the rear vent into a side vent. Then he went back to the store and bought the side vents that the appliance department had sworn they did not carry. Now it required the efforts of both DS1 and DS2 to wrestle the machine around and disassemble it. I took photos of each step, terrified that my sons would not be able to put everything back in place. Memories of previous assemblies with multiple parts left over haunted me.
A perfect job! Go Team! And it only took half a day . . . .
And no leftover parts 
I am finally putting up hooks for the brooms, etc. All the finishing touches to a perfect utility room. Today the new freezer arrives to replace our old faithful. RIP.
Pix 1 of new laundry room with dead freezer at end waiting removal - HVAC unit over freezer at end of room - preexisting skylight in garage gives daylight in room and can LED lights give bright light into freezers!
I just love my utility room!
Pix 2 of new barn style doors closing off laundry room from entry hall - they have glass panes to allow light from skylight to come into hallway.
The garage was always dark, full of dirt and junk. It was messy and a tripping hazard. If we came home after dark, we had to feel our way through it to reach a light switch inside the house. Keep a car inside it?
There was no room for a car! Our truck would not fit even if the garage was completely empty. Which it never was.
The garage door you see was designed and built by DS1 to look like an old fashioned side swing barn door. The opening next to it is our new porch front door entry. OK, so it isn't painted yet - at least it is a door! And I have chosen the color. In fact, I have the paint, have had it since last October. Soon, I promise.
For over 30 years we had no accessible front door. To enter our home, our guests had to fight their way through swarms of dogs eager to greet them, or post Anatolians, warn off our guests. The garage was the preferred entry for most of our friends. But now they can actually walk into the house unmolested. There are exterior lights and a porch light! We still need a doorbell, but we have big dogs so no rush on that. We have wrought iron fencing around the front 35 feet of the house, and a 6' wrought iron electric gate with an additional swing gate to give ore room for our 5th wheel trailer to get into the yard. We have a walk through iron gate with a deadbolt in the electric gate, and another iron gate with a deadbolt on the other side of the house. This is because of my over protective nature against lawsuits. I was a legal secretary for years and people sue over everything. We had a woman come up one day and try to walk into our yard with 2 snarling Anatolians on the other side of the gate! Luckily DH was coming up from the barn and stopped her. Her excuse? She wanted to see the view from the other side of our barn! She liked dogs! Too bad they didn't like her coming in uninvited! DH suddenly saw the point of keyed deadbolts on the gates. They are keyed to match our front door so not a problem.
The entry hall still needs paint, closets, flooring, and molding. Then we will be finished! Probably take another year.
And then I can start painting the inside of the entire house.
Sigh . . . . Does it ever end? 
Only a year finishing the room after construction. We needed a new washer/dryer and decided to get a stacking model to save space. However, in our notable tradition, after making sure it could be ducted out the side, and spending days reading all the reviews on the differences between Maytag and Whirlpool (none) we bought the Maytag since we saved about $400 with the sales prices. Both Maytag and Whirlpool take the identical side venting materials and attach the same way, but the store refused to install the side venting dryer. They would stick it on top of the washer, BUT apparently the side venting feature REQUIRES YOU TO COMPLETELY DISASSEMBLE THE DRYER, REMOVING THE TUB AND INTERNAL MECHANISM! So DS1 went on line to figure it out. He is my go-to-guy for anything needing difficult work. After studying the instructions on line for a day or two, DS1 ordered the internal parts to convert the rear vent into a side vent. Then he went back to the store and bought the side vents that the appliance department had sworn they did not carry. Now it required the efforts of both DS1 and DS2 to wrestle the machine around and disassemble it. I took photos of each step, terrified that my sons would not be able to put everything back in place. Memories of previous assemblies with multiple parts left over haunted me. A perfect job! Go Team! And it only took half a day . . . .
And no leftover parts I am finally putting up hooks for the brooms, etc. All the finishing touches to a perfect utility room. Today the new freezer arrives to replace our old faithful. RIP.
Pix 1 of new laundry room with dead freezer at end waiting removal - HVAC unit over freezer at end of room - preexisting skylight in garage gives daylight in room and can LED lights give bright light into freezers!
I just love my utility room!
Pix 2 of new barn style doors closing off laundry room from entry hall - they have glass panes to allow light from skylight to come into hallway. The garage was always dark, full of dirt and junk. It was messy and a tripping hazard. If we came home after dark, we had to feel our way through it to reach a light switch inside the house. Keep a car inside it?
There was no room for a car! Our truck would not fit even if the garage was completely empty. Which it never was.The garage door you see was designed and built by DS1 to look like an old fashioned side swing barn door. The opening next to it is our new porch front door entry. OK, so it isn't painted yet - at least it is a door! And I have chosen the color. In fact, I have the paint, have had it since last October. Soon, I promise.
For over 30 years we had no accessible front door. To enter our home, our guests had to fight their way through swarms of dogs eager to greet them, or post Anatolians, warn off our guests. The garage was the preferred entry for most of our friends. But now they can actually walk into the house unmolested. There are exterior lights and a porch light! We still need a doorbell, but we have big dogs so no rush on that. We have wrought iron fencing around the front 35 feet of the house, and a 6' wrought iron electric gate with an additional swing gate to give ore room for our 5th wheel trailer to get into the yard. We have a walk through iron gate with a deadbolt in the electric gate, and another iron gate with a deadbolt on the other side of the house. This is because of my over protective nature against lawsuits. I was a legal secretary for years and people sue over everything. We had a woman come up one day and try to walk into our yard with 2 snarling Anatolians on the other side of the gate! Luckily DH was coming up from the barn and stopped her. Her excuse? She wanted to see the view from the other side of our barn! She liked dogs! Too bad they didn't like her coming in uninvited! DH suddenly saw the point of keyed deadbolts on the gates. They are keyed to match our front door so not a problem.
The entry hall still needs paint, closets, flooring, and molding. Then we will be finished!
Probably take another year. And then I can start painting the inside of the entire house.
Sigh . . . . Does it ever end?
Bruce
Herd Master
To answer your final question - NO!
What a PITA that dryer conversion was!!! They should let you order them that way.
What a PITA that dryer conversion was!!! They should let you order them that way.
So once you get everything finished it will be the perfect time to sell out and hit the road to live full time in that 5th wheel! 
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Ridgetop
Herd Master
Bruce: I was afraid that would be the answer to THE QUESTION. And if the manufacturer advertises the machine is available in side venting model, you would think you could order it that way from the factory, right?!
Latestarter: What?! Draggling my stock trailer full of sheep and LGDs?!
No, I will have to find a more animal friendly alternative like EAST TEXAS!!! Or maybe northern Nevada. Or maybe . . . .
However, after reading my last post and seeing how excited I got over having a real utility room, I think I need to get out more.![:\](/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/side.png "side :\")
Soon, the final adventure with Devil Pig . . . .
Lest you think this was the only crazy experience we have had with our animals, let me remind you that I am covering 30+ years of kids and livestock . . . . SO MUCH FUN!!! So much more to come . . . .
Latestarter: What?! Draggling my stock trailer full of sheep and LGDs?!
No, I will have to find a more animal friendly alternative like EAST TEXAS!!! Or maybe northern Nevada. Or maybe . . . .However, after reading my last post and seeing how excited I got over having a real utility room, I think I need to get out more.
Soon, the final adventure with Devil Pig . . . .
Lest you think this was the only crazy experience we have had with our animals, let me remind you that I am covering 30+ years of kids and livestock . . . . SO MUCH FUN!!!
So much more to come . . . .
Oh gosh... I thought you had a 5th wheel trailer like as in "live in" trailer... I wouldn't haul a 5th wheel livestock trailer cross country to pick up a few animals or a puppy... A crate in the back seat (if you have a 4 door truck, for a puppy) or a livestock insert in the bed (sheep/goats/piglets/puppy crate) or combo of both would be my choice... Can only imagine the MPG you'll get hauling that big trailer long haul... Waiting for the next installment of devil pig. Guess for your trip to deliver the wood, you have no choice. Does your sister realize how much this is costing you to support her? 
Guess for your trip to deliver the wood, you have no choice. Does your sister realize how much this is costing you to support her? 
goatgurl
Herd Master
I have laughed out loud at the adventures of devil pig and the boys. nothing like a crazy pig to take you down a notch when you get to big for your britches. I love your writing style.
when you get to Washington look to the north and wave hi to my dd and sil. they just moved up about 2 and hour and a half months ago. they live an hour or so above seattle. so far they are loving it. we'll see how they feel when winter get there.
congrats on the new utility room make over. I have a stack washer and dryer too, its a make room thing. I love mine.
when you get to Washington look to the north and wave hi to my dd and sil. they just moved up about 2 and hour and a half months ago. they live an hour or so above seattle. so far they are loving it. we'll see how they feel when winter get there.
congrats on the new utility room make over. I have a stack washer and dryer too, its a make room thing. I love mine.
I'm presently upset with my upright "washer" as it was purchased new when I moved in here 10/2016, and I'm finding dried/caked soap on the upper drum wall and clothes that don't appear/seem to be actually "washed"... The machine makes the appropriate noises and I hear water and "sloshing" as well as spinning, but I don't think it's filling the drum adequately and without enough water, I don't think all the clothes are getting properly sloshed around. More of this damned govt mandated save the planet, water restrictions stuff most likely... 
I even push the button for "deep fill" but it hasn't seemed to make a difference. I hate the damned locking lid too as you can't open it to see what's happening inside as everything has to be stopped for you to open the lid. 
I even push the button for "deep fill" but it hasn't seemed to make a difference. I hate the damned locking lid too as you can't open it to see what's happening inside as everything has to be stopped for you to open the lid. 
