Lunch at the little table.

2/28/2020

(Above: Lunch at the little table – a literal and figurative step forward in the process of downsizing. Padre and I had Master Blend chuck steak, homemade cabbage slaw, and a garden fresh salad. Madre partook of the salad, too, alongside her ham sandwich.)

Active Summary: This day I began by performing the standard morningly ritual. This was ensued by a 1.5 hours Macroeconomics exam and then by my neatening up and cleaning Jacobhouse. After that, I tended to a couple of missed deliveries from Amazon (the post office did not know what to do with my packages because we do not have a mailbox for our new address yet). This was followed by my visiting Padre in his studio before collecting some greens from the garden* and heading up to Oldhouse for lunch.

(10:08 PM Update:) This afternoon I tended to quite a variety of activities including: revising for a lengthy amount of time, beginning the process of putting together my ebook for publication, helped out on the farm, checked the beef herd with Padre, set up a cellular internet connection at the studio, worked on / completed** the drain hookup in Madre’s workshop, and retrieved the box containing my new desk from the garage near uncle Wag’s house***.  Now, I have just returned from dinner at Oldhouse and am presently finishing up today’s entry.

TIL: Today I learned that if the USPS experiences difficulty finding a delivery location they will hold the package and request a reschedule. This can all be done online with the USPS Redelivery Service. Had I known this, I would not have called them early this morning and spent 15 minutes contending with a robotic call center followed by a 20-30 minutes on hold. (10:08 PM Update:) Evidently Madre procured my packages earlier when she visited the Citra post office. Despite all of my efforts earlier having been for naught, this is a case where that is good thing!

Commentary: Once again it is another late night, and I am presently falling asleep at my desk as I write. So, I think I will just include today’s pictures before clambering into the Jacobhouse bed.

Final Note: I reckon tomorrow will be spent performing various writing-related shenanigans and putting together a new and much more compact desk.

*Brimage, the old contractor man who has become a frequent visitor to the farm and advisor to our many projects, stopped by and visited with Padre and I as we harvested.

**The pipe holes still need to be sealed with sprayfoam and the grey-water drainage pit outside still needs to be filled with bottles / integrated into the system. Tonight’s primary tasks consisted of hooking in the pipe drain and fastening the washer machine pipeworks in place with metal strapping.

**I utilized an ancient hand-truck (it has to be at least 30 or 40 years old) to cart it from that garage to Jacobhouse, and Padre helped me get it indoors.