This morning I woke up to shirt-sleeve weather. I wandered out to the deck to catch the sun rising over Oroville, Sawmill Peak bathed in red.
You know what I’ve said about the weather here – a drop in temps and a rainstorm prompted me to get out our Winter underwear and put flannels on the bed. But this past week we’ve had a streak in the low 90’s.
How soon we forget – Weatherman has been complaining about the heat! Shut Up!
Busy, busy, busy – we have to get things “buttoned up ” here for Winter. My husband and our friend worked hard to get the new shack sided and roofed, windows and doors installed, to keep out the weather. Now my husband and I, with the help of our kids, are left to paint the outside, and then plumb, wire and wall the inside. That shouldn’t be too hard, it’s only 10 x 12.
But it’s a palace compared to the old outhouse, which is only about 5 x 8, and so far from the septic tank the pipe freezes whenever the temps go below 30.
For now we sleep, cook, and eat in our old 10 x 12, which was always fine for me until I realized – when the weather gets really hopping up here – you know, sideways rain – I can sleep in the same shack as my toilet. The new shack will be big enough to have a separate room for a kitchen, with enough space for our old fold-out bed. I have to admit, that sounds pretty exciting, since I’ve become accustomed to picking my way across the yard in the middle of the night.
I’ll keep you posted.