began to fall once more. Ducking between pallets, he managed to
outrun the rain. Scowling a bit, he dug in and got to work.
That evening the rain was slow.
More of a fine mist then a full rain. The bathrooms and kitchen were all set up;
all he needed was to pour floors now. It was almost tempting to move into his
bedroom suite, it was a pair of long chambers up a slopping corridor. He had
decided not to pour a floor there, the piping ran along the outer walls, or
hung from straps in the ceiling.
Walls were made out of aluminum
strutted which would be covered in water resistant drywall later. Much later.
He had to get everything sorted out first.
After a bit of wrestling he
decided to wait it out. It was silly to move in, and then get stuck out once he
poured the floors. Better to wait and do the move all at once.
The next morning he took Max, who
was hyper and leaping with joy to the caves during a break in the storm. He had
to check the dairy; it was reporting it was full. The cows were mud splattered,
but okay. The dairy not so much.
One corner had sunk down, tipping
it. He had a GP to bring him some rocks to prop it up. He tried to shift it,
couldn’t, so he ordered a donk over to lift the machinery. The GP slipped the
rocks under the corner, and then the donk set it down. He judged it wasn’t
perfect, but it would work for now.
The tanks were full, but the
instruments reported the milk was off. He checked by taking a look and whiff.
“Woo wee! Yeah. I’d say so.” He had the GP run a waste line and dumped the
batch. He still had a lot of milk, enough to last until the calves were born
hopefully.
In fact, since he was stuck
waiting for the next storm, he decided to run through as many of the outdoor
chores as he could get away with, then do make some dairy products when the
rains started.
He couldn’t do much more inside,
he needed to use the crane to lift gear to the second floor, and with the muck
in the courtyard he wasn’t going to chance it now.
He managed to get a lot done,
repairing a leaky greenhouse, repairing some of the bent over fencing, even
turned down the hydrogen maker to conserve power. With the wet weather he had
only the diesel generators, four hydro-electric generators, and seven wind
turbines to rely on for power. The solar farm was only giving him a trickle of
power.
He even managed to finally get
the awning up for the mobile home. That would shelter the door side of the
vehicle, allowing him to access the laundry machine on the outside without
getting wet. He tossed a load of laundry in, setting the washer and dryer then
let it rip while he stepped into the camper for lunch.
After lunch he glanced at the
sky, and then got down to the barn to check on things. The animals were pretty
morose, being kept up in pens while it poured out sucked. Max bounded around,
even peed on one of the stable panels, making him wince. “MAX! Take that
outside!” He groaned, knowing it was futile. Max was not a purebred; he had a
quarter wolf in his gene pool. At least he was doing it outside; the camper
would stink to high heaven if he had done it inside.
The first dropped of rain made
him glance outside. Sure enough, the next storm was starting up again. He
sighed and walked to the dairy area to get it going.
Three hours later the renate was
off and running, the butter churner was chugging away, and he had a vat of milk
being homogenized and pasteurized. He had even gotten the ice cream maker
going, deciding he needed a treat. Getting the vanilla extract and sugar had
been an interesting rain soaked trip to the mobile home, but he had gotten it
done. Eggs were easy; he just picked a couple out of the hen house.
Most of his eggs were going to
feed some of the animals, he just didn’t eat that much eggs. Breakfast was more
of a cereal thing for him; he just didn’t like a big meal early in the morning.
The cats and dogs loved it. He even boiled a few and fed them to the
outrun the rain. Scowling a bit, he dug in and got to work.
That evening the rain was slow.
More of a fine mist then a full rain. The bathrooms and kitchen were all set up;
all he needed was to pour floors now. It was almost tempting to move into his
bedroom suite, it was a pair of long chambers up a slopping corridor. He had
decided not to pour a floor there, the piping ran along the outer walls, or
hung from straps in the ceiling.
Walls were made out of aluminum
strutted which would be covered in water resistant drywall later. Much later.
He had to get everything sorted out first.
After a bit of wrestling he
decided to wait it out. It was silly to move in, and then get stuck out once he
poured the floors. Better to wait and do the move all at once.
The next morning he took Max, who
was hyper and leaping with joy to the caves during a break in the storm. He had
to check the dairy; it was reporting it was full. The cows were mud splattered,
but okay. The dairy not so much.
One corner had sunk down, tipping
it. He had a GP to bring him some rocks to prop it up. He tried to shift it,
couldn’t, so he ordered a donk over to lift the machinery. The GP slipped the
rocks under the corner, and then the donk set it down. He judged it wasn’t
perfect, but it would work for now.
The tanks were full, but the
instruments reported the milk was off. He checked by taking a look and whiff.
“Woo wee! Yeah. I’d say so.” He had the GP run a waste line and dumped the
batch. He still had a lot of milk, enough to last until the calves were born
hopefully.
In fact, since he was stuck
waiting for the next storm, he decided to run through as many of the outdoor
chores as he could get away with, then do make some dairy products when the
rains started.
He couldn’t do much more inside,
he needed to use the crane to lift gear to the second floor, and with the muck
in the courtyard he wasn’t going to chance it now.
He managed to get a lot done,
repairing a leaky greenhouse, repairing some of the bent over fencing, even
turned down the hydrogen maker to conserve power. With the wet weather he had
only the diesel generators, four hydro-electric generators, and seven wind
turbines to rely on for power. The solar farm was only giving him a trickle of
power.
He even managed to finally get
the awning up for the mobile home. That would shelter the door side of the
vehicle, allowing him to access the laundry machine on the outside without
getting wet. He tossed a load of laundry in, setting the washer and dryer then
let it rip while he stepped into the camper for lunch.
After lunch he glanced at the
sky, and then got down to the barn to check on things. The animals were pretty
morose, being kept up in pens while it poured out sucked. Max bounded around,
even peed on one of the stable panels, making him wince. “MAX! Take that
outside!” He groaned, knowing it was futile. Max was not a purebred; he had a
quarter wolf in his gene pool. At least he was doing it outside; the camper
would stink to high heaven if he had done it inside.
The first dropped of rain made
him glance outside. Sure enough, the next storm was starting up again. He
sighed and walked to the dairy area to get it going.
Three hours later the renate was
off and running, the butter churner was chugging away, and he had a vat of milk
being homogenized and pasteurized. He had even gotten the ice cream maker
going, deciding he needed a treat. Getting the vanilla extract and sugar had
been an interesting rain soaked trip to the mobile home, but he had gotten it
done. Eggs were easy; he just picked a couple out of the hen house.
Most of his eggs were going to
feed some of the animals, he just didn’t eat that much eggs. Breakfast was more
of a cereal thing for him; he just didn’t like a big meal early in the morning.
The cats and dogs loved it. He even boiled a few and fed them to the
Similar Books
