The work continues and Bob gets nailed

We spent the day up on the mountain again yesterday.  I was riding bareback on the suburban grass eater all day, while Bob slaved away inside removing the infamous floating wall.

At one point I saw him coming across the bridge in his demo regalia (space suit, face mask, and goggles) and he was carrying a gas can.

“You’ve been out here for a long time, I figured it was time for a fill-up.”  he said.

He was right, there was only about a quarter-inch of fuel left in the tank.

We hired a man with a tractor to come out and bush hog the pastures.  When the Octogenarian was here she had the young man from down the road keeping the place looking like a park!  However, when she left and we asked him to continue the service, well, since we weren’t around every day he seemed to lose interest.  But hey, it was summer, he’s only 17, and he had friends to hang with and football practice.  I actually do ‘get it’ , but we decided we couldn’t support his summer activities and had to let him go.  😉

That left the 2 – 3 acres around the house, cabin, and pond to mow.  Going non stop, it took me from about 9:00AM til 1:00PM.  I was almost done and I looked up again to see Bob out by the drive and waving at me.  He wasn’t looking so cheerful this time.  Disengaging the blades I zoomed up to the drive.  I arrived to find that while he was working he had been stabbed in the forearm with a very ugly  and rusty nail.

It had been well over 10 years since his last tetanus shot.

He had been prying off the old oak planks on that floating wall, when one of them swung back.   The weight and force of the plank falling then drove a nail right into the muscle causing the puncture and resultant swelling.  We talked about whether or not to go to the ER for a tetanus shot because we knew the ER would be expensive.  Being nervous about infection we went anyway.

One shot, a prescription for antibiotics for prevention of infection (2,000 mg per day!) and $200.00 later, we were on our way back to finish and clean up.  Oh well, it’s only money, and money well spent judging by the high dose of antibiotics prescribed.

So, as it stands:

In my next post I will explain a bit about cabin building in the 1800s!  It will be interesting!  I promise!  😀

A scenic route, hard work, and a graceful glider

WARNING:  Go grab yourself a cup of coffee or tea, because this is a longish post!


Each week we try a different way to get the Mountain Farmlet.  This week on our way up we discovered a cute pond.

The owner of the pond set it up with duck decoys and a painted silhouette for the dog.  Most of the rest are garden art statuary.  Kitschy?  A bit overdone?  Nah, a wee bit Disneyesque perhaps.  😉

~*~ HARD WORK ~*~

To say that fixing up the old cabin is hard work goes without saying.  To say that it is hot work is an understatement.

On the previous Sunday whilst peeling the walls we discovered that there were rodent feces falling down from a crack in the ceiling.  And I suppose it is to be expected in a drafty over 100-year-old farm-house.  So we stopped our work, went to Home Depot and purchased disposable space suits.  The label said “One size fits most…”


Poor Bob was getting overheated and we both had to make frequent stops to hydrate and cool off.  He lost five pounds this past Sunday!

What we have discovered so far is a fire in the kitchen walls, termite damage, and graffiti.  Apparently, the house was empty for a while?


What we discovered in the ceiling was pounds of rat crap.  I’m sorry, but there is no more delicate way of saying it, and it was disgusting.  We were very glad for the “One size fits most” disposable space suits and our face masks with mold filtering capabilities!

And, I suppose it goes without saying that we were glad we had the foresight to put down disposable paint tarps before we pulled down that ceiling, and that we spent the extra money to purchase HEPA filters for the shopvac.

Bob was so grossed out that he put everything, including the HEPA filter into a black trash bag and tossed it.  GACK!

As we pull away the layers and remove the damaged wood I have been spraying EVERYTHING with pure vinegar.  It kills germs, kills mold (I looked this factoid  up) and remarkably, makes the house smell fresher.  So far, best practice says that the mold is growing on the surface, and to remove it you must use elbow grease and *hot soapy water to get rid of it.  It also says that if there is discoloration into the wood, Then it is wood rot and you should remove it.  Of course if the mold is in the wallboard, or in the fiberglass batting, then it goes without saying that it should be removed and properly disposed of.

Which leads me to the next factoid.  Did you know that if you stuff an old wooden house with fiberglass batting, that you are trapping moisture within the walls and you are inviting MOLD to live there?

Apparently, in our efforts to use less energy and to be “green” we are creating a perfect storm for mold growth and decay.  The more you stuff into the walls, the more air tight you make your home, the more you save on energy costs.  Right?

Unfortunately, the trapped moisture you create means your walls become a spore factory.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAExhibit A:  White mold on a wall brace where fiberglass batting rested on it.

Mold spores are everywhere outside.  They are kept in check because of sunshine and the breezes that surround us.  Once they are locked up tight into your walls they go into overdrive and you may get sick.

So it turns out, that a drafty old house is a healthy old house.

We have decided to remove the toxic, formaldehyde off-gassing, mold harboring, fiberglass batting.  The walls will be able to breathe again and the mold will have a less inviting place to grow.  We will not be “green” but as our winters are not so harsh here, we then find it an acceptable tradeoff for our health.  Currently, I keep the thermostat set to 64 degrees in winter and wear warmer clothes.  In summer it is 74 degrees with ceiling fans to circulate the air.

This Thursday the new insulated tin roof goes on and that in and of itself should be a big energy savings winter or summer.  😀


Would you ever guess that a Guinea Hen could be a graceful glider?

Last night the hooty-owl from the oak woods came for a second visit in exactly seven days.  We lost another Weechoo in the dark of the night.  Bob came in and told me about it early this morning.  Strangely, for as loud as they are, we never heard a thing.  Poor Weechoo.

So this morning while I sat on the front porch to wave Bob off to work I saw a rather largish bird take off from the top of the tree across the street.  At first in the dusky light I thought it was the killer owl, but no, it was one of the Weechoos returning home.  From that height it spread its wings,  stretched out its neck, and in a perfect glide went over the barn into our chicken yard.  That was a distance of over 200 feet!

Who would have guessed that such an ungainly and to be honest, rather ugly bird could be so graceful?

IMG_6673Image courtesy of Lori on her visit to the Farmlet this spring.  AKA: Little Sundog at Day by Day the Farmgirl Way.

Unfortunately for us… trash day was yesterday.  We were left with no other choice but to triple bag the carcass and put it into the freezer till next trash day, because it is still very much hot, humid, summer weather here.

Now I can hear some of you gagging and groaning! 

But think… 

You put dead things in your freezer all the time, and I’m betting that you don’t even triple bag them.



(You’re still here?  Thanks for reading!)


NOTE:  Borax was highly recommended on many sites for mold remediation.  You know I will be adding that to the hot soapy water!



Outside my window

The rain came softly the sound of it hitting the roof lulled me, enveloped me in a cocoon of serenity.   Gradually the drops become more intense.  I hear a hush, and then a steady cadence as they land outside my window.  The darkness of the morning’s rain has fooled me, seduced me into complacency, when suddenly there is a rumble in the distance…

Tumbling out of bed I rush to the door, jump into my wellies, and run to let out my chickens and geese.  Along the way I pray not to be struck lightning for coming out so late!

If you have animals you simply cannot sleep in!


After the rain stopped

I saw this through my studio window.



Mountain Farmlet update:  Bob is on vacation this week, the plumbers come tomorrow to install new plumbing and get our water going again!  They will be followed by the roofer sometime near the end of the week.


We are still peeling walls. 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnd you may want to heed Bob’s visual warning before viewing the rest of yesterdays discovery work

Remember that old-time fire damage I told you about?

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWell apparently, the fire was not contained to that one spot!

Anyone out there recognize the strange patterning over the top of the fire damage?  Hint:  it is not mud daubers.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt is the mud tubes from subterranean termites. 

Thankfully long dead.

Between them and the fire damage the wood was severely compromised and had to be removed.  There is yet another layer underneath what you see, and once it is out we will have to reframe this load bearing wall, and while we are at it we will frame in my pass through opening…

So I suppose there is a bright side in all of this.

However, I begin to feel as though Bob will be retired before we ever get to live here…

“The waiting is the hardest part.”

Tom Petty