Well 75% of a weekend of work.

Saturday was a quick effort to finish reinforcing the back bit of roof at the downtown building.  There was a cracked joist, but that pushed back up rather easy, and we sandwiched it with new wood.  After that we were adding reinforcements and strengthening anything that we could.  Even a simple pair of 1×4′s across the top of the old, lower ceiling kept it from flexing.  That made for good catwalk access as well.

Sunday we finished nearly finished a small wall that we were adding in, but came up a few boards short.  No biggie, it’s built and we can add the missing ones later.  After that I took Mason down to the farm.
I mowed the edges, then got Mason to take his first lap on the tractor.  He did a real good job following the trail I left out.  As soon as I saw that he could handle it, I left his side and went to grab something out of the truck.  He finished his lap, then turned it off.  I don’t think he was too comfortable yet.  There were too small section of Corn Crib that need siding.  I knocked out the 4 slat boards, and headed up a ladder to remove any rouge nails.  That’s when I found out that I must have been shaking a wasp’s nest.  5-6 of them started swarming me, and I got hit on the left ear.  As I was swatting that one away, I saw another fly in front of me and glance off my swinging forearm.  And he hit me!  They must really do attack in the cartoon-ish curled up-butt first-dive bomb attack.  I never got off a ladder faster.
I’ve never really been certain if I was allergic to bee stings or not, but wanted to play it safe.  I quickly put everything away, and got in the truck.  To be safe, I stopped at the Offenburgers house.  There is nothing better than a good country neighbor.  I bummed a pair of Benedryll to counteract the stings, and Carla made a baking soda paste to put on it.  We talked for a few minutes and I headed out with several homemade jars of pickled beans and relish.  I owe a sample of our relish recipe in return.  Good friends and neighbors like this are awesome.

After I got home, and recounted the harrowing story to a laughing Reagan, the Benedryll really started to hit me.  Really, if you take two of those, you are out.  After starting to doze in a chair, Reagan shoo’ed me to bed around 3…3:30..4?  I don’t even remember.  I remember waking up a bit and wanting to roll over, but couldn’t even muster the will to do that!  Finally around 7:30, and by thinking about having to go to the bathroom for at least the last 30 minutes, I finally got that far.  I also managed to eat something too.  Then start going unconscious in the chair again.  Finally I was able to get up and productive in about another 30 minutes.

I did get back to the farm on Monday morning, just to make sure nothing was left out.  I kept wondering where was that hammer I was carrying at the time.  It only seemed to rain in town, so I did get to finish mowing most of the farm before having to head back to work.