Cool and kinda crisp this am at the lake. Humid as humid gets in Houston. Yesterday was cool but so damp I was sweaty standing still.
Spent the day doing the things I couldn’t leave for a week. Cut and vac sealed and froze 17 pounds of pork loin. Two 3 pound roasts, 3 pounds of the dark end marked for pulled pork, a pound of some extra meat they left attached to chisel and extra buck out of me, and the rest in center cut pork chops, 1 inch thick. It joined the steak I bought on sale in the freezer.
Did a couple of small repairs, sorted some auction stuff, and put out the preliminary Halloween decorations. Getting them down, I found where the possum was going to the bathroom in my garage attic… yeah, not nice at all. Gloves and a bag took care of that, but I’ve got no love for the possum. I set two traps and my wife says she’ll relocate any vermin that get caught while I’m away.
Eventually I got out of the house and on the road. Made it to the BOL and made an early night of it, because the foundation guys return today. I’m really interested to see the new machine and see how the process goes. Then when I’ve had my fill of watching other guys work, I’ll do some of my own.
I guess I can stretch the metaphor and say that doing all the work up here is stacking up a BOL… but it’s a stretch. I did bring a case of beans up to add to my food stack.
So I am doing a bit of stacking. You do some too!