1000 pounds

I moved about 1000 pounds of stuff around on the farm on Friday and Saturday. I've impressed even myself.

With that and the weed annihilation I accomplished out there, our contributions have reached a natural, if temporary, conclusion. We'll focus on our own projects for a while and then do another round of helping closer to the wedding.

Sunday was rest day for me. It was so so so so good. I read and scribbled and relaxed on my deck and hung out with the cat and it was just about a perfect day.

Today, Frank was off, so we tested all of the systems on the new trailer. Everything went fine except we noticed (probably because I had bare feet) that the whole trailer was a bit electrified. We traced the problem to the surge protector: with that off, no problem. Frank continued researching and found the real problem was the polarity on the outlet we had it plugged into, yet one more legacy of the crappy renovations done to this place by the previous owner's contractor. (It's hard to blame them: they weren't getting paid.) Different plug, surge protector on, no problem.

Everything else is working fine, and we're feeling a good bit more knowledgeable about our new home.

Tonight for dinner, I made chicken drumsticks, fresh green beans, and fresh corn on the cob. It was scrumptious, if I do say so. I love summer food.

I'm experimenting with intermittent fasting, following an 8-16 plan. Not eating for 16 hours is so far pretty easy (I'm asleep for half of it), and supposedly it puts one's body into a fat-burning state we don't usually reach. We'll see. The trickiest part is remembering to eat more when I eat, to make sure I get enough calories to sustain my suddenly rather active life.