Been a few days since I updated this blog thread of mine.
Every night for the past week I have driven Up The Hill after work to drop off something at the house. Friday, I took the afternoon off to drive to Placerville to handle a pesky little DMV issue; chose that office because I had to go to Diamond Springs (between Placerville and Somerset if you come in from Hwy 50, instead of the route I usually takedown Hwy 16) to sign the contract for the propane work, hand over two checks (one for the work and to own the tank instead of leasing it, and the other for a deposit on the propane itself, once completed). So ironic that I bought this house and handled ALL the massive quantities of paperwork almost entirely via e-mail attachments with PDF documents, plus the bank wiring the money to the escrow account, and yet I have to be physically present at the propane company office to make these arrangements.
Now I'll have to find the time to go to the County Building department to get a permit for the work - again, no online applications - before the work can even start. Luckily, I don't NEED propane for heat this time of year (and I have electric baseboard heaters anyway) nor do I have my stove (or washer/dryer) on site yet.
No running water yet, either. Hopefully by the end of the month... But the property had been weed-whacked! Woo hoo! The contractor had been there!
I went Down The Hill after HHandbasket, Farmer Lew and I enjoyed "endless pizza" at the Charles Mitchell Winery right next door - so to speak, address-wise, but quite a bit of distance in terms of very long driveways - for 10 bucks a person. Excellent thin crust, baked in a stone oven, gourmet pizzas, too. Oh, and we bought and shared a bottle of wine.
Saturday I slept in, as I don't metabolize red wine over night as well as I used to do in my youth. Crap - I had a hangover!
Came back Up The Hill in the early evening, bringing Zorro and Dooley with me. Dinner and some deep belly laughs at the Willis residence, as well as chick handling time. We went in on an order of chicks from Ideal; they're fostering my Buckeye chicks until I get moved in up here. No wine this time, although we hadn't finished that bottle we bought.
When I got to my house, I discovered the contractor had placed the materials for the coop conversion in the garage, along with other
supplies like electrical conduit and ...metal things. Z-strips?
We sorta slept here last night. We did, at least, spend the night here. I got skeeter-bit earlier and welt up pretty bad from 'em. Even with my trusty tube of hydrocortisone anti-itch cream, it was a rocky night.
But now, I'm sitting in the only chair, on my wonderful front porch, with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a fresh peach for my morning snack. The dogs and I have walked the property twice (once to fill the bucket with water) and now they're snoozing in the sun on the porch near my chair. Dooley took off once after a very surprised grey squirrel.
The automatic chicken door from Foy's is out of stock, so I bought one from somewhere else and put it together on the porch. After a while, Dooley decided to walk through it.
I absolutely must bring some chairs from home next weekend.
Edited to add photos.