It has been almost 10 months since the flood in the bed and breakfast when the old underfloor heating system sprung a leak. There was a ton of damage, but fortunately, insurance has covered the majority of the repairs and replacements. The work, well, that is another thing. Much of it I have done on my own.
Today, the insurance agent came out to inspect the premises and also to register the new vintage Airstream recently acquired. I told him that was going to be my last home and my plan is to fix it up the way I would love, sell the farm and buy a new truck and be gone. The only things I want will be the trailer. He raised an eyebrow. Well at least the insurance issues are good to go on the bed and breakfast.
The second visitor of the day was the man who brings barley for the piggies. Two sows have piglets and are eating me out of house and home. They are thin too, so I plan to call the vet to see what alternatives there are for deworming sows with suckling piglets, especially when the piglets are for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Then I drove to Vermillion to pick up a freezer full of expired dog meat for the hounds. When I got back the hay man was waiting with a load of hay. He is a great guy and operates a CAT machine plus many others as a business, so he is better at taking the bales off his truck than I am. One bale fell on the fence and broke it to the ground and oddly enough, that is the exact same place that happened the last bale delivery too. He fixed it though, good as new, maybe better. The hay is the best I have ever had on the farm, second cut and full of weeds and clovers and things sheep and goats adore. Then I drove to St. Paul to pick up a 1950's cracked ice grey Arborite table, with chrome legs, but not in good shape. It is for the work area in the steel building when it goes up, whenever that is. The foundation is in, but that is it so far. I dropped 6 silk curtain panels off at the drapery shop on my way too, so be hemmed for the living room at the bed and breakfast.
The only things left are to finish the kitchen cabinets, clean the house again, stock the cupboards and fridge, somewhat at least, if only with staples and to remove the paint cans and construction things, and some other items. The fire man needs to come and recertify the fire extinguishers, then the health inspector to give us an operating certificate. I was so hoping for the opening to be October 1, but it is pushed to the 31st, instead. There was an inquiry recently from a former patron who has stayed here several times, yay. Hopefully he will get his contract and then we will be able to accommodate him and his team for the weeks he is here doing business.
So, we are a little closer, but the everyday farm chores do take precedence. Animals need to be fed every day, and watered and now, with October here already, the dog houses and rabbit cages need to be insulated with straw for the winter ahead. At the beginning of the next month the animals will need to be divided into their breeding groups, too. Oh boy. And life goes on, but at least, we are a little closer to Moose Hills Inn at the Fat Ewe Farm opening, whew!
Today, the insurance agent came out to inspect the premises and also to register the new vintage Airstream recently acquired. I told him that was going to be my last home and my plan is to fix it up the way I would love, sell the farm and buy a new truck and be gone. The only things I want will be the trailer. He raised an eyebrow. Well at least the insurance issues are good to go on the bed and breakfast.
The second visitor of the day was the man who brings barley for the piggies. Two sows have piglets and are eating me out of house and home. They are thin too, so I plan to call the vet to see what alternatives there are for deworming sows with suckling piglets, especially when the piglets are for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Then I drove to Vermillion to pick up a freezer full of expired dog meat for the hounds. When I got back the hay man was waiting with a load of hay. He is a great guy and operates a CAT machine plus many others as a business, so he is better at taking the bales off his truck than I am. One bale fell on the fence and broke it to the ground and oddly enough, that is the exact same place that happened the last bale delivery too. He fixed it though, good as new, maybe better. The hay is the best I have ever had on the farm, second cut and full of weeds and clovers and things sheep and goats adore. Then I drove to St. Paul to pick up a 1950's cracked ice grey Arborite table, with chrome legs, but not in good shape. It is for the work area in the steel building when it goes up, whenever that is. The foundation is in, but that is it so far. I dropped 6 silk curtain panels off at the drapery shop on my way too, so be hemmed for the living room at the bed and breakfast.
The only things left are to finish the kitchen cabinets, clean the house again, stock the cupboards and fridge, somewhat at least, if only with staples and to remove the paint cans and construction things, and some other items. The fire man needs to come and recertify the fire extinguishers, then the health inspector to give us an operating certificate. I was so hoping for the opening to be October 1, but it is pushed to the 31st, instead. There was an inquiry recently from a former patron who has stayed here several times, yay. Hopefully he will get his contract and then we will be able to accommodate him and his team for the weeks he is here doing business.
So, we are a little closer, but the everyday farm chores do take precedence. Animals need to be fed every day, and watered and now, with October here already, the dog houses and rabbit cages need to be insulated with straw for the winter ahead. At the beginning of the next month the animals will need to be divided into their breeding groups, too. Oh boy. And life goes on, but at least, we are a little closer to Moose Hills Inn at the Fat Ewe Farm opening, whew!
The bales are the nicest I have had in the 5 years of hay so far. But they were so heavy, the little skid steer had a lot of trouble unloading them.
There she is. Do you see her in the background? My 1968 Vintage Airstream Land Yacht? Yup, thar she is!
And yes, the ground did get torn up, and the garden a little too, but is being relocated next spring, so I told him not to worry.
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