I was quickly made aware the project I was interested in was beyond any experience levels, way beyond. And the more I’m into the research portions of it, the wider my reading requirements have become.
Conclusion: I wish I’d started the endeavor a long time ago. I’m having fun. Well, my kind of fun. And, some how, I think I’ve chosen well.
From the sitting position, I’m now on my feet.
The rest is going to be a long slog. Some of the equipment is ordered and will arrive when the residents of CA’s pot counties get around to shipping it. I say that with a grin; and an emphatic emphasis: I’m not into pot growing.
The near neighbor (as explained to me by the sheriff) is not the culprit at this time for violating the “stay off the SOB’s lawn.” It also appears, now that I’ve let it be known I’m aware the two ladies were doing their thing, they’ve stopped the intrusions. The latest is one I’d not considered, as he lived in another town. The near neighbors brothers son.
The one that lived through the accident in Okla last month. Now living in the house of the truck driving lady, the girl friend of the Repo’ed Truck driver.
I never thought the latest spate of broken windows and chipped paint, tractor malfunctions stemmed from that source. Never did.
The question now is whether to ignore stupid or take another track as the deputy assigned the village hangs with young man, who is a frequent guest at the deputies home.
From the reaches,