Why I'm Not on the Radio....

Posted on Friday 3 August 2007 at 12:04

Humble O Radio being a call-in show, I've called in for the last couple of episodes. Tonight had some, er, interesting interruptions.

First off, we are back into the reno groove, just for this week, installing a second bathroom. (1, 2, 3, sing the Hallelujah Chorus with me!). Dave was hooking up the pipes this evening.

Now, Dave has not had a good day with water. Sometime in the depths of last night, the valve went on the tap for his biodiesel wash tank. All night, water trickled into the beautiful 25 gallons of fuel he'd just finished. Biodiesel is made from oil. Oil floats on water. when Dave went out this morning, he had an overflowing tank of water. Replacement cost in petro-diesel: $100. And our truck was empty, and we had to do TYDOS deliveries today.

Dave was not in a good mood today, after that. When we got home from the city, several hundred dollars spent, reno supplies up to our ears, he went to install piping. I started supper and dialled in to Humble O.

Not five minutes later, I see Dave come rushing past with an armload of towels. In a panicked voice, he informs me that when he turned the water on, he learned that the tub taps--which don't have handles on yet--were open. Water all over our brand-new bathroom floor, and it's not even done yet. I hang up the phone and go help him mop up.

When the crisis subsides, I dial back in to TalkShoe and send the kids out to pick some carrots to add to our supper. Not five minutes later, the kids come running back (with very few carrots, I must say). They look upset.

"T-Bone got out again! Spazz is trying to keep him out of the garden!!"

This is our long-legged Holstein. We have a pact that his maximum lifespan will only extend to another two and a half months. I hate that critter. He will not stay inside a fence.

We go try to urge him back inside his assigned boundaries. Dave finishes milking and comes to help. The resulting chase involves chaotically unhelpful running, yelling kids; a twisted ankle; a bovine marauding attempt on the alfalfa hay; the wooden handle off the fence-post auger; an eight-foot 2 X 4; and a chase through the barn.

And that's why I will never even attempt to have a radio show. It's too much trouble.

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My first post is up at Humble O's blog, talking about soils and sustainability. Come by and visit!