Monday, June 24th, dawned as a beautiful day. The borrowed quad was dropped off with its compartment door broken. S managed to get the dealership to look for a replacement. Meanwhile, he spoke with his Suncor retirement representatives to arrange everything, as I updated yesterday's blog.
After 11, we headed to town to check on the rental property and make some decisions about the flooring. It was a brief visit but we had to return following S's doctor's appointment at 11:40. I made a quick trip to the library to pick up two new books, then back to the rental. Realizing we needed some door trim and flooring transition, we went to Rona. S received a quote for custom countertops, which, after a lengthy discussion, turned out to be upwards of $1500—a price we declined. Instead, we decided to reinforce the existing piece as necessary.
It was time for lunch. Since our regular spot, Origins, known for its brisket and beer, was closed on Monday, we opted for Boston Pizza. After refueling, we returned to the rental to drop off the trim we wanted to keep. It was voted against replacing and actually pulled the other side off. The front entry area's drywall, which I've always insisted still smelled bad and needed replacement, was cut into, revealing dampness in certain areas.
We then went to the hospital for S to have his foot x-rayed, only to return as more issues were discovered. The door base sweep sill, once removed, was found to be filled with dried urine, yet another shocking revelation of the previous occupants' living conditions. The current plan is to apply an odor-sealing coat to the interior areas. Tonight, I'll steam clean the vents and such, and by tomorrow morning, we'll determine if the odor persists and whether the tiles need to be removed.
We returned home at 3:30. I turned on the soaker hoses and then joined S to check the hay swaths. As expected, they were mostly ready. We prepared the baler and attached it to Johnny. S began baling small squares while I returned to manually water the raised beds and planters.
Noticing a slight issue in the field, I brought out a cold beer and a bag of Spitz. S had exhausted the twine supply and failed to notice the row wasn't wrapping properly, but he managed to fix it. Afterwards, I painted the rental bathroom mirror. Once the cleaning supplies were packed, I left for town at 6:30. S was wrapping up the small squares in the winter pasture.
Dave was arranging his bales in stacks of six in the freshly cut house paddock, totaling 32 bales there alone. S was out in the southeast hayfield, crafting more small squares for Dave. Meanwhile, Sharon was visiting Timba and Britt, who was wrapping up her horse feeding. S came inside to enjoy a hot meal and catch the final 12 minutes of the big hockey game. B & D dropped by to watch the last five minutes, discuss bales, and then they left. After the Panthers clinched the Stanley Cup, S returned outside to complete the small squares, managing to bundle 650 in less than five hours. It was the finest hay he'd ever produced, so I asked him to set aside 50 bales for B and me to pick up the following evening.
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