We still don't know what it was that killed Mac, but it left us in a milk situation. We were delaying the final decision about what to do here when we move. We were going to leave her here with her calf and by August, Mac should be taking all the milk - and we would just raise him for meat. But once he died, we were forced to make a decision - which was probably what we needed to do anyway - we just needed the push from the universe. Peg was giving 2.5 gallons each morning (no including goat milk) and that quickly makes life a bit busy - the fridge fills up like crazy, we were making butter, cheese, and ice cream every day.... so we sold her. It was tough to see my old friend go, but I do believe it was for the best - the money went straight into the building account and the extra time is nice. Time and money - those are nearing critical levels now. So now we have more time and money - but abundance that was my old friend is gone. I think I have enough for one last bit of butter now...
I finished the framing and I should finish wiring today. I really enjoy just slowly making my way through this process - Its satisfying in a deep way to build a house from scratch. I know every square inch, every board, every nail and screw... every mistake too:)
From the kitchen - the frame is for a lowboy water heater - it will be on a convection loop from our wood stove - hence the height.... not to mention that it saves space. There is more framing that has been done, just no pics yet.
From the living room (if it can be said that we have such a thing:)
The beginning of my panel... it has grown, but there will not be that many circuits in this small place.
A wide river is my consciousness
But its fed from smaller streams
Then thinner flows that branch and narrow
Begin as drops of half-forgotten dreams
My words speak from the river
And my soul leaks from the springs
Yet somehow you were in the rain
That the cloudy season brings
I swim within my river
And let those blended streams just clean
My mind out of the present
To the song of life you sing
I taste a trillion perfect moments
In every glass of me
You are there and all the rest
I drink your cacophony
I am forever helpless to stop the steady flow
Of memories to the sea