Never thought retirement would be like this

....I do a lot of my home repairs and found only is it rewarding but a lot cheaper too

Plus it's very hard to find anybody that will do small jobs. And with the money you save you can afford to buy fancy tools.
The golf job does sound like it would be fun. Looking forward to your pictures, txpapa.:)

And welcome to the forum!
 

I'm glad to hear that you tackled the downed tree project, Nancy. Be very careful using a chainsaw, when working alone. If you think you could live without the two properties, then do it, and find a maintenance free house to enjoy. Don't worry, your free time will be filled in my many interesting, challenging and fun projects! If I hear you right, I think you are ready to do it. Go for it!:)
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Aha! I succeeded in confusing both you and myself, Meanderer.;) Truth is, travel is the one thing I'm sure I don't want to do.

Two more pictures, then I promise to quit the silly pictures for a while. Had to get a new battery for the tractor yesterday.
It needed to be done. Didn't want to get tractor stranded in the woods.

Anyway, success today!!! Piece of cake with the tractor pulling downhill, but not uphill. This is what's left, just to prove I did it:

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I'd have tried to clean up better but the rest of the dead tree is tangled among other trees. It is far enough out of the way for now.
I'll save that for another time, and maybe it will rot up before then.:)

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Then went around the rest of the fence with the EZGO, found just 2-3 more small logs across the fence, and the charge is up to 7000 volts. :banana:

Tomorrow I'll spray the fence with Roundup. Unless we get above average rainfall this summer, it's a once-a-year job.
 

Here is my latest project---a makeshift basement laundry tub sink. My old sink was one of those cheap plastic things with wobbly legs from the box stores. This project has been on the to-do list for at least a year. Finally got around to it one day last week.

Sawed a chunk out of what was left over from my old kitchen countertop, placed it on top of the frame of an old feeder that the goats outgrew, inserted a (good quality) laundry tub sink taken from the utility room at the mobile home, and used the leftover adhesive from the boat transom fix to seal the drain. Now have a basement sink with no wobbly legs with a tiny bit of counter space. It could be improved upon but it will do for now.

Cost: $0. It pays to be a hoarder :eewwk: sometimes, if you're selective.

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Tomorrow afternoon is the first surgery for the two dental implants. Doctor's assistant called earlier and mentioned that they *might* do a sinus lift :eewwk: for one of the teeth, but wouldn't know for sure until they started poking around in there. [One more thing I need to have lifted (sigh).] Anyway she said there would be no extra charge if they did.

Before the cataract surgery I watched videos of it, and it didn't look bad at all, but there was no blood, and it was over quickly. I started to watch a video of this and when the knife started slicing gums criss-cross I decided to just watch an animated version instead. Lots of drilling involved. A bump on the knee or a stubbed toe and I'm climbing the walls, but cuts never seem to hurt and heal very fast. Still it's got me a little anxious because I'll be awake the whole time. Another adventure. :)

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Thanks for the good wishes everyone. The surgery went well.

In case anyone is reading this and thinking about implants, it took 50 minutes for 2 implant posts and the sinus lift. They covered everything but my mouth so I couldn't see and could barely hear anything. He evidently had a socket set, a torque wrench, a drill, some screws, and a hammer. He said they were doing the sinus lift with the hammer (I kid you not!). Only a slight ache after novocaine wore off. I would grade the pain as equivalent to feeling like you have a couple of popcorn hulls stuck down in your gums.

Stitches come out in 2 weeks. I like stitches that don't dissolve. I'm always afraid they will dissolve too soon. Ha!
 
Wonderful news, Nancy. I envisioned it as being a lot more involved and painful than that. Heal swiftly...perhaps not heavy work until the stitches are ready to be removed? :D
 
.... I envisioned it as being a lot more involved and painful than that. ......perhaps not heavy work until the stitches are ready to be removed? ..

Hey, having popcorn hulls stuck in your gums is no walk in the park.;) Three days no heavy lifting, that's all.
 
Yes a hatchet! :) I don't mean to make fun of this surgeon. He is supposed to be good, and he is a nice person, too. But the hammering was so low tech and comical. I'm still trying to find out what exactly he was doing. I'll ask next visit.

Next morning after surgery the only pain was at the injection sites. The cuts seem to be almost healed today. I've already broken most of the rules, lifting things and eating stuff you're not supposed to. I was on Amoxicillin starting two days *before* surgery. I don't like taking antibiotics as a preventative. They're already overused anyway. If my immune system is so weak it can't fight off a little bacteria 3 days past surgery, I'm probably doomed anyway, so I'm saving the last 4 pills for the next toothache I get on a weekend. Been there.

"Perioperative antibiotic prophylaxis should generally be discontinued within 24 hours after surgery completion." ---recommendation from Surgical Infection Prevention Project, Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS), collaborating with the CDC.

Enough talk about this topic. Now I just wait, for a long time. Moving on...

Finally got someone scheduled to fix the AC out at the farm for Wednesday. We had a strong thunderstorm last week, lots of limbs down, and the voltage is down to 4000. Going to check the fence again while I'm waiting on them to show up. Temps near 100 degrees here for the last 2 days and the next 2. And we have humidity. Not like Arizona. I bought a small cheap walk behind lawn mower to do the trim work the riding mower can't get to out at the farm. Easier than dragging a string trimmer with electric cord in tow around.

Next project is the kitchen ceiling. More about that next time, or maybe not.
 
Nothing much new here. Waited 4 hours for the AC man to show up Wednesday. Turns out they need to order a part. Meanwhile it was 97 degrees outside, 94 inside, and nowhere to hide. I feel sorry for the goats. Took a quick run around the fence and found a fault. Back up to 7100 volts. Don't know if 8500 is still possible due to corrosion of wires. Since I spend so much time talking about fence voltage, maybe I need a ticker like this to keep track and save typing words. (Just joking).

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My grandparents inherited an old log cabin on 40 wooded acres, located in Amish country in middle Ohio, from an elderly couple who had no children. The husband worked with my grandfather in a factory in the city and they became good friends. You can still see the roof of the cabin today on Google maps satellite. My grandparents used to take us 4 cousins to spend the weekend there occasionally during the summer. We were all nearly the same age. The cabin was small, about 16x24, two floors with a pull down disappearing staircase. Had a two seater outhouse and the only water came out of a pipe from the side of a hill, but it did have electricity. Of course no AC so sleeping was not good upstairs in the summer---no ventilation, strange bed, strange sleeping partners, and listening to grandpa snore. It's hard to determine how old the cabin is, I believe the logs were hand hewn (squared) but it didn't have a fireplace, only a pot-bellied wood stove.

One mile up the road, at an area called French Ridge, is a small monument to Fort Fizzle. It was the site of a skirmish between Union troops and residents of the area because they were resisting the draft during the Civil War. Soldiers with horses and artillery rode by train to Napoleon, OH (now called Glenmont), about 2 miles from the cabin in the opposite direction of French Ridge. The troops marched from Glenmont to French Ridge, but when they got there the resisters fled into the woods---hence the name Fort Fizzle. One of the leaders of the rebellion was named Laurant Blanchat. The shortest route from Glenmont to French Ridge was a gravel road going right by my grandfather's property. An 1875 map shows two other Blanchats owning land between Glenmont and the cabin, as well as Laurent's property near the monument. There was one other longer route, but I like to imagine the troups marching right by my grandfather's cabin.

I haven't been back there for at least 50 years. The property is still in the family, and one cousin talked briefly about trying to have a reunion there one day, but one died recently, and the other two live hundred's of miles away, as do I. I'm sure that idea will fizzle out, too. To me, the history of parcels of land is as interesting as family trees, maybe more so. This is the only picture I have of the cabin, with my grandparents, taken some time in the 60s:

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Cute ticker there Nancy! :lol: Nice photo of your grandparents and the cabin, great that you spent some weekends there! The kitchen ceiling is going to be a big project Nancy, are you just painting or doing more? I know you're not afraid to tackle big jobs and I admire you for that, please be careful.
 
SeaBreeze, my kitchen has a drop down ceiling, where you lay panels in a grid system. It's made that way to hide plumbing from upstairs added after the house was built (100 years ago). All I want to do is paint the grid and replace the panels with new panels that have recessed edges. So the hard part, the grid, is already done. There's a minor problem around the cabinets that I'm trying to figure out the best way to solve first. Then I'll paint the walls and hire someone to put in a new sheet vinyl floor.

The whole kitchen needs remodeling. Eventually I'd like to get that plumbing rearranged and recover the original high ceiling in there, but I doubt if I'll get to that any time soon. So this is just something to make it look halfway decent for at least a few years without sinking a lot of money into it. It really looks awful now. I'm procrastinating.
 
This folks is the face of pure evil. This is Rusty, one of my four 11 year old goats, taken yesterday. He is constant aggravation. I cannot catch him without a new method of trickery every time, but if I sit down without a rope or a collar in my hand, he climbs right up in my face. He is taunting me. He is very fast. I now appreciate the concept of "culling" livestock. I was so exasperated yesterday trying to give them all some medicine individually---in 96 degree heat too.

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Awww...Rusty looks so sweet, how can you say he's pure evil Nancy? :lol: At least he keeps you on your toes with new ways to trick him! :D That's the kind of ceiling we have in our finished basement, still sounds like a big job, good luck! Cool thing is you always have a plan, and a perfect way of approaching things.
 
AC at the farm
They called to say the part for the central AC is on back order and won't come for at least 2 weeks. If I want to pay $100 extra for Express shipping it won't come for at least 1 week. Not worth it. It must be a big part! Should have jumped on this sooner. But the heat wave has passed. Highs in the upper 80s for a few days. Yay!

Implants
Follow up appointment with implant surgeon was two days ago. He gave the usual response, "Everything looks great." I pushed him and asked, "Really?" He said, "It couldn't look any better." So I guess it really is going pretty well. They used cow bone granules. Your body is supposed to gradually replace the cow bone with your own bone. Isn't science amazing?! The next step will be mid August if everything goes according to plan. Hope I don't get mad cow disease. Ha!

Goats
There is a stomach worm here in the South, called a barberpole worm, that can take a goat down rather quickly because it sucks blood. Some goats are more resistant to worms than others. I actually bought a microscope ($90) when I got these goats and do fecal egg counts on them occasionally. The thing has paid for itself many times over in the last 11 years. The worms appear to be finally developing a resistance to the wormer I've been using, but it is only showing up in one of the goats, Dixie. When this happens they recommend changing types. So I bought a different kind in pellet form. With such spoiled goats, of course only one would eat it, and he is not Dixie. I expected that, but hope springs eternal. So back to Tractor Supply to get it in paste form. This means I have to catch them individually, which is easy except for evil Rusty. But if I can't catch him tomorrow he is not in danger of dying (doggone it ;)).
 
My grandparents inherited an old log cabin on 40 wooded acres, located in Amish country in middle Ohio, from an elderly couple who had no children. The husband worked with my grandfather in a factory in the city and they became good friends. You can still see the roof of the cabin today on Google maps satellite. My grandparents used to take us 4 cousins to spend the weekend there occasionally during the summer. We were all nearly the same age. The cabin was small, about 16x24, two floors with a pull down disappearing staircase. Had a two seater outhouse and the only water came out of a pipe from the side of a hill, but it did have electricity. Of course no AC so sleeping was not good upstairs in the summer---no ventilation, strange bed, strange sleeping partners, and listening to grandpa snore. It's hard to determine how old the cabin is, I believe the logs were hand hewn (squared) but it didn't have a fireplace, only a pot-bellied wood stove.

One mile up the road, at an area called French Ridge, is a small monument to Fort Fizzle. It was the site of a skirmish between Union troops and residents of the area because they were resisting the draft during the Civil War. Soldiers with horses and artillery rode by train to Napoleon, OH (now called Glenmont), about 2 miles from the cabin in the opposite direction of French Ridge. The troops marched from Glenmont to French Ridge, but when they got there the resisters fled into the woods---hence the name Fort Fizzle. One of the leaders of the rebellion was named Laurant Blanchat. The shortest route from Glenmont to French Ridge was a gravel road going right by my grandfather's property. An 1875 map shows two other Blanchats owning land between Glenmont and the cabin, as well as Laurent's property near the monument. There was one other longer route, but I like to imagine the troups marching right by my grandfather's cabin.

I haven't been back there for at least 50 years. The property is still in the family, and one cousin talked briefly about trying to have a reunion there one day, but one died recently, and the other two live hundred's of miles away, as do I. I'm sure that idea will fizzle out, too. To me, the history of parcels of land is as interesting as family trees, maybe more so. This is the only picture I have of the cabin, with my grandparents, taken some time in the 60s:

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What a wonderful story, Nancy. Such good memories. Love the cabin. My dream....a cabin in the woods. Thought I had something close, in the middle of a pulpwood forest. Lasted for ten years. Then people started pulling mobile homes in. Then the main road was paved, forest was cut down for snowbird developments. Now a toll road is being built. Grrrrr. At least I am the last house on a dead end dirt road...with the remnants of the forest behind me.
 
Oh wow, that is one fancy goat house! The goats would love that. But I would be in constant fear of them falling. :eewwk: Although goats are sure-footed, they also push the limits regarding risk taking, and evil Rusty would try to knock the others off, seriously. Two of our goats are Saanens (the white goats in the picture). They have very gentle temperaments and get along well with each other.

At one time several housing developments were started in the area near that cabin---for weekend getaway properties aimed at folks from the city. But the bottom fell out of the economy in that region, and most of Ohio, and that fizzled out.

Glad you're back, Nona. Missed you.
 
Why thank you, Nancy. Did not intend to leave...sometimes life just gets in the way...
 


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