our motto is: make a ruckus
Let’s start with the moving shenanigans and work backwards:
This is like a game of dominoes. We set up RAGGEDedge enough to figure out that all the sewing machines and tables fit in the addition portion of the ghetto cabin, thereby leaving the tiny original cabin space available. Initially we thought that we would continue to stuff our shipping department into that space. Things changed because A. Hank and I’s wood stove situation in the bedroom cabin fucking sucks. Its tiny and pretty and has a glass window but it’s hard to start a raging fire in without tons of tinkering and it won’t keep a fire going for longer then 4 hours – all of which amounts to a lot of cold cabin time. As in waking up and having to get out of bed and get dressed with the thermometer reading 46 degrees. SO, with the newfound availability of space in the Ghetto, we all decided that just from an energy standpoint alone it made sense for us to move in, because trying to keep three cabins warm was going to be a pain in the ass. Plus, I will fully admit that its quite grand to have electricity and real indoor plumbing and even a micro kitchen! Hank was none to impressed with removing after having mostly settled in at the bedroom cabin, but we are both VERY excited about our new digs. And we got shipping all set up in its new spot and it fits beautifully, there’s even room for our product photo setup. It’ll be cold for sure, but I’ve already survived shipping in the cold for a month now, so I figure I can do it for two more.
The first morning we woke up in our new room, warm, Hank said he thought we should go ahead and move mom out of the House cabin and into the studio, just for fun, and then move her back tomorrow. Even without that added fun, we are still constantly moving things from one cabin to another. Sometimes I hear Dora saying, “Just keep walking, just keep walking.”
Hank swore he was going to write a blog post titled, “Homesteaders move the craziest shit.” Our last trailer load of stuff from Floyd consisted mostly of firewood and dirt. Dirt that I hauled up the hill out of the old garden one wheelbarrow load at a time, at least 20 times. (Its really good dirt, probably would cost $100 to buy this dirt, and here we have a lot of clay.) Which we then had to shovel into the trailer, which we then had to shovel forward in the trailer to get the tongue weight right. Luckily we still have Bogart the Borrowed tractor so unloading was less painful. Just shoveled it into the bucket. Four bucket loads and its a tiny measly looking pile.
We arrive back at Hawk-Mo after spending two days away in Floyd for Christmas and Mom goes first thing to check on the animals, I go in to start a fire, Hank goes to start us a fire. It’s cold and snow/sleeting outside and we have the Floridian grandparents with us. They are freezing. After I get it going, Hank comes back and tells me that we almost lost another goat – Pippy was stuck in the zappy fence. She was soaking wet and getting shocked for who knows how long, but still alive. Mom brings her in to get warm by the fire and we set Gram to goat nursing. Luckily she made a fully recovery, and now seems to like us crazy humans a little bit more then she did before.
Just yesterday we had another close call with Sweet Pea. She somehow fell between the wall and the pile hay by the bath house and get wedged and then the other goats all decided to walk on top of her in order to be able to get to the hay. Again, Mom saves the day!
Oh, and let us not forget that the dear goats have figured out where the chicken feeder is. Twice Mom left the back door of Bubba Phet (the chicken house horse trailer) open and both times Hank and I found the goaties in there pigging out. Which they of course knew they weren’t spose to be doing, because they came out when they heard us, and one of the whitey’s even went so far as to jump off the 5 foot wall in order to make her escape.
Never a dull moment.
Now for the Christmas shenanigans:
We cut a tree off our own property. It was carefully selected for its even branching and less sparse (in comparison to the others) looks. We delivered it to the front porch with the tractor and then, having given away our tree stand years ago, we “secured” it with a bungee and tie down strap. That night of course we had the best wind storm we’ve had since moving here and by morning our tree looked like this. Still lit. Still bungeed and strapped. This is my favorite picture of our Christmas.
Christmas for us is less about buying stuff and more about making stuff. We have evolved to this, and we like it. We enjoy the act of making our gifts for people, I think because its both a collective and creative process, and it feels very personal. There is more connection in this, and to me, that is the best part of holidays. Perhaps the best part of life, holidays are just one of the ways we celebrate it.
This year we got seriously distracted /overwhelmed by moving to Hawk-Mo and had already decided that we wouldn’t really “do” anything for Christmas amongst ourselves, instead choosing to focus our limited amount of time on gifts for family. And it was a good thing we did because we didn’t get to really elf until the eve of Christmas eve. Slightly ironic considering we spent nearly three hours every Monday-Saturday in December mailing out RAGGEDedge gifts for people, but oh well.
Much to our dismay we didn’t get to spend the holiday at Hawk-Mo. Mom had agreed to host Christmas in Floyd long before we knew where we’d be in the moving process and we were not relieved of this, nor could we feasibly host at Hawk-Mo. Simply no space here is big enough for everyone to gather, nor do we have good winter sleeping arrangements for a crowd. We were lucky enough to have the Floyd house till the end of the month, so that being the case, we spent a couple days pre-holiday cleaning and setting it up as vacation house with the furniture / beds that came with the house and restocking it with dishes and food. It was makeshift for sure, but it worked.
All in all, life is good.
Next shenanigans on the docket: Goat milking, goat fencing take 2, hoop house re-construction and garden bed creation.
I looked at my garden journal last night and last year I had onion seeds planted by Jan 27 and things in the hoop house on Feb 22!!