Getting Plugged In

We are slowing getting plugged in.  Of course the colder weather (it is currently 28 and lightly snowing) has something to do with it.

Our diesel truck gets plugged in to keep the “core heater warm” (and no, I don’t really know what I am talking about but it does make it easier for My Loving Spouse to start it).  The only thing The Teen and I need to understand is we must unplug it prior to our driving it.

Our Hen House has a heat lamp in it, keeping Lucile, Big Red, Left-Over-Lionel and the girls warm and cozy.  The light shines at night through their window and it looks to me, as if they are all up late reading.

One day in the fall a sweet farm friend said something about winter and horses and water and freezing and trough tank heaters.  I said, “Hun?”  Later, I asked My Loving Spouse if we needed trough heaters and he said, “I don’t know, I don’t think so”.  Well, the real answer should have been, “Heck YES!”  All the water freezes in inch thick blocks that have to be broken open for the animals….often.  Out in the farm-yard we had/have lots of stand pipes (water pipes that don’t freeze) and lots of electricity to various out buildings.  The only slightly small hitch is that the stand pipes seemed to have been disconnected to the water source a very long time ago and the electricity should have been.  My Loving Spouse took one look at the electrical and pulled it all out, completely rewiring the barn this summer.  (Barn #1 not the other buildings…yet).  So we didn’t have the trough, the water or the electricity in the right place and we needed to re-position our fences, so that the horses and the cow could use the same trough.  Moving the fences wasn’t too hard and I managed to handle that on my own, score one for me.   The only way to fill the trough at this point was with not one, but two hoses.  These hoses had been ‘winterized’ (hung up dry so no water freezes inside them) by yours truly, so score one for the hoses as they were frozen anyway.  The day I tackled this, it was of course 19 degrees and the animals were thirsty, so outwitting the hoses was a necessity.  I drug all the frozen hoses inside the house and crammed them into the shower and ran the hot water on them.  This did work to thaw them, so score two for me.  Score ten for My Loving Spouse, who then showed up on his lunch break with the tank heater, thawed out his wife, filled the trough with the now thawed hoses.

The only other item currently to get plugged in came in the form of my Christmas present.  Which just goes to prove the newly adapted old saying…warm wife, happy life!