Piles of Treasure , a scourge.

(I never realized there could be so much stuff in one place! Yes, I said that!)

There was so much stuff here that was going to be leaving I had no idea one person could need so much stuff, I mean there were things here I would have thrown away, (and if you know me at all that's saying something) that were taken as if they were treasures.

I had offered to weld the broken arms on his brush hog, other wise it would have been pretty tricky to move it, but when I went to the rather extensive junk pile (steel) it was gone. I don't mean diminished, or picked over, I mean gone! There were two rusty metal drums and a discarded furnace guts, and that's it, not one piece of real metal to work with, in sight.

 

So when he came to pick up his brush hog, I told him he "outsmarted himself, because he's barred from welding due to a pacemaker, and I couldn't fix it properly, because they left me nothing to work with!" He seemed happy that he would get it home, and left, after warning me about the upcoming bad weather.

 

 

 

Remember how I mentioned, " I can finally start to "finish a couple areas" for my particular needs?" Well there are a couple little problems not as obvious as one might think they should be. The garage building closest to the street, (it has a roll up garage door on one side of it), is a problem, in that the side without the roll up door, is built on a block wall that is about to fall completely apart. It appears the idea was to have a row of barn stones act as a foundation and a wall of cement blocks placed on top of it, to hold back the dirt pushing on the outside. Now my limited time in contact with construction techniques has taught me "this is a fool's plan, you can't beat a wall of moving mud!"

Looking at this picture, do you think there was an attempt to hide the problem?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now look at this picture! Quite a difference once the barrels are moved, huh?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH well, old farms have a lot of character, and occasionally things get put off for several millennium, such as upkeep on buildings.

Guess I'm just glad to get here the week before it all falls down, I might never have figured out how it was originally.

Meanwhile, I have to dig outside this wall, put in a real foundation, and re-lay the wall, while supporting the existing half of the building on (WHAT?) something, and then pour a real floor and fix the edge of the roof. And then fix the roof on the other half, before pouring a floor in it. And on and on and on. And the order in which they happen is in question as well. Though I think, the roof, and then the floor in the first area, with the garage door, makes the most sense. Then I have a place to move the equipment to from Akron. That way I can start on a couple "need them here to make things doable" projects and then I can venture out into other projects as the budget allows. Which at this point is really tight due to many things being illegally held up, but I'm going to write a couple letters and see if I can't get that cleared up. Look out state reps, I'm going to start mailing from my new address.

Yeah, big talk, I haven't had time to do diddly, as far as the state reps go, went to a hearing and they offered me squat, so I guess we go to a trial. But I'm talking about the farm experience here. So here are some Vultures, nice segue huh?

 

I have noticed there is a clean up crew that helps keep things "tidied up" in the area, the two on the branch are the "look outs" actually they are just waiting for the ones on the ground to get "run over" so they can add them to the buffet. I mean really, why tell your buddy "a truck is coming" when it just means it's your turn to eat? Think about it.

Oh, we lost a raccoon, hence the visit from the Turkey Vultures. They really aren't from the Worker Comp Bureau, just distant cousins..

 

 

Man, are we happy out here!

 

The Chores, Fresh Air, Green Acres is for ME.