Double duty, dogs, work woes and the well house

We got home at almost 11 p.m. on Friday night. I was exhausted. I had gotten up at 4 a.m. and we made the decision on Friday afternoon after Grandpa and had successfully moved the well house to cover the working well. Victoria was all for it and I wanted to get to soul-winning at the church on Saturday morning. It was the same drive we have done over and over but that night it seemed to take quite a bit longer. We did get home safety and I praise the Lord for that. Mama helped me with the drive by staying awake almost the entire way; which is very unusual. It is getting tough living out of two different homes and working out of two offices.


Victoria did enjoy the week there and it was a good time for her to work with all the pups. Dodger, the ½ Scottie pup did well in transit and did well playing with the two Pyrenees pups even though they were huge by comparison. He really had to live up to his name as they interacted. Rosie loves the farm but she is in hunting mode the entire time she is there and in not the least interested in play. Grandpa seemed to enjoy Dodger and the time spent with Victoria in adapting him to a set schedule seemed to help with his stubbornness on the potty issue. At the very least, he has become more affectionate towards all of us, which is a big help since he tends to cower at every inflection of any of our voices.

Last night we were watching TV after church and Mama and Victoria were on the love seat with the recliner footrests extended. Rosie, as usual, was tucked between them but Dodger was sprawled out in the extended footrests. When the show ended Victoria abruptly kicked down the footrest dumping the pup onto the hardwood floor. He never knew what hit him. Victoria scooped him up apologizing and Mama and Victoria were laughing so hard that it necessitated a potty run.

I am once again in one of the three weeks I dislike the most of the managerial job I now have. I have to do performance reviews this week and there are going to be some pretty upset people. There is nothing I can do to relieve the emotional hit to the individuals in question, but it is something I would rather not have to do. At least the moment will be over soon enough. Then I will have to readdress the issue in October when we have to assign the ratings I am now dreading to report to my staff.

More on the well house move: Grandpa came up with the idea to flop the well house onto our trailer and move it to the new location, flopping it over the working well. I was very much in favor of giving it a try; realizing that the structure which is in need of a lot of repair could crumple on us at any time. As it turned out, we were able to use the front loader on the tractor to flip it onto the trailer. Once we chained it in place, we drove it to the new well, disconnected the tank to minimize the chance of hitting any thing important and we flipped it off the trailer into place.

Mama was shocked that the idea actually worked and was teasing me and Grandpa about taking the idea of reusing materials too far. Grandpa is convinced he can make it look nice enough to get us through the next several years while we repair the farm house and (hopefully) build the big house.

It will at least keep the well and tank from being exposed to the freezing winds we will still have to deal with for several months to come.