It felt as if summer would never end here in Appalachia. Columbus Day was sweltering, but eleven days later we had our first frost, and that was that. I think I have enough firewood laid in, but I have no real estimation of how much we will burn in a season. We arrived here well into the heating season, but I’m not comfortable using last year as a model, because we were so busy unpacking and settling that we relied on the heat pumps mostly. I have an innate fear of scarcity, and it’s not like you can just run down to Kroger and buy more seasoned firewood should you run out. In the end, I know we won’t be cold, and I’m thankful for that assurance.
Speaking of heat pumps . . . Dr. Evil’s folks opted for geothermal HVAC in their new home, and they had various issues with it during the cold months, mostly due to installation errors and the installer’s unfamiliarity with the technology. I’ve long been interested in geothermal, and with things having settled down with their system, toward the end of summer, I asked how their electric bill had run during the cooling months, “Terrible!” came the answer, “It’s about what our old one was.” We discussed how this could possibly be the case, resulting in a low grade squabble which was fortunately extinguished by the arrival of the waiter with our food. Boy, was it dumb of me to have asked. It turns out the electric company never switched the billing over properly when the in-laws left this house and established a new account for the new crib. Yes, friends, they’d been paying our bill and us theirs. Sorting this out with the utility was exactly the cluster you would imagine. Although I would not want them paying our way, I do have to laugh at my uncanny ability to step on rakes.
I never got our fields cut this year, but I don’t really see a big difference from how they appeared last winter. I don’t think it would be wise to let them go another summer without mowing, but it’s good to know I didn’t screw the pooch through inaction. Maybe I’ll start a GoFundMe for a tractor. It seems to be how everyone else is trying to solve their money woes. That or a Patreon for Surly Farmer. I’d estimate I could make a good dollar-dollar fiddy. It’s a start.
For those keeping track, the mystery cat is doing very well. We ran through a half dozen antibiotics getting his gut straightened out, only for him to develop a tenacious respiratory infection that required three more varieties. He apologizes for using up all the medicine. He is also fully litter box trained, and doesn’t have to sleep in his box at all any longer. Weight: 7lbs. Energy: High, very high.
I’ll be back soon with some thoughts on politics. Promise? Threat? Maybe both.