Saturday morning we were up with our neighbor Ron’s roosters. I was hoping, as I wandered around in the cool shadows, to see a grand and exultant sunrise come up over the hill behind the cabin. However, we were in for a mostly cloudy day, and I only glimpsed a moment of sunshine before the grey curtain of shade closed again.
There were a couple of hitches in our getalong this weekend, despite “not breaking down anywhere.” We discovered the first immediately upon entering the cabin on Friday evening. We’d been invaded by mice. Now, you have to understand – there have been no mice in that cabin in years. My husband did a fantastic job sealing the place up tighter than a drum. But the mice, they know. They know where the good stuff is, and you can bet that they wanted inside that cabin. And they looked and looked and scoured the base until they found the ONE weak spot: The vent for the wood stove. There was a plastic grate on that vent, and they chewed through it, and then through the vent hose, and voila! They were in!! And boy, did they have a good time!! I didn’t have the heart to try to take pictures of all that they got into. Suffice it to say, when we departed on Monday, there was a metal grate where the plastic had once been, and there was no food left out except the kind that kills.
The other hitch was the discovery that somehow, while sitting perfectly still on the hillside and not being driven anywhere, a back tire on our suburban had exploded. How completely random, right? So, that was one other little job my husband had to do – actually, changing a tire on that soft sand is not exactly a “little” job, but he’s done it before, and one learns with practice.
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T.B.C….
