All night long it rained. And all day long it rained. It was a dark and stormy night. It was a dark and stormy day. There was a brief interlude, for maybe two hours, when the sun shone so brightly that it was dazzling. I got Tinni out for a walk. He moved slowly, mooched for treats, but coughed infrequently.

I had big plans today. I was going to go to the Meeting House and do project work then return home and take Tyra to drill team

Tinni

practice. My plans were put to rest by an urgent priority, which was to clean out the left hand side hay shed.

I drove into this project, thinking I’d be done by noon. I soon realized that this was going to be a two-person job, and recruited Pete who was doing kitchen stuff. He wasn’t really happy about this, and I didn’t blame him. Together, we pulled all the pallets and whatnot out of the shed, and also the old, stinky hay. He then mopped the remaining plastic and lower walls with bleach.

We then took a break and after he called Ray DePriest who has some land for lease. Ray mentioned that he had a friend, Tim, who had a house he might rent us for a while. So we went to check it out. It was off the beaten path, off a major highway. The house was in a state of serious disrepair – I liked it, but the location for a book project was iffy because the road leading up to it would need to be plowed. Also, Pete had concerns about the rooms being able to hold the weight of the books.

We next drove across town and checked out Ray DePriest’s lot. It’s big enough for this house. If we can get a foundation in, and move the house there, all our space problems will be solved.

Pete is going to talk to Ray on Monday, at the lease site.

We returned home and resumed work on the hay shed. We categorized the hay coming out of the left hand side shed into three piles, cow hay, goat hay, and horse hay. This was one of the most disheartening things that I have ever done, for after, we had maybe five months’ worth of cow hay, four month’s worth of goat hay, and one month’s worth of horse hay. Pete remained in an excellent mood as we did this task, with of course both of us pulling bunches of hay out of the bales and sniffing them before making our final call. After a while the air was so redolent with mold that it was impossible to tell if the hay were holding was cow, goat, or horse.

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