Hard Core Grump attack

Yesterday I checked the weather and it said that it would be warm and sunny all week.  All I could think was "Thank God, maybe we will get some work done this week."  Of course I woke up this morning and all that was going on outside was rain.  It was pouring out and according to the weather today, it is supposed to rain all week.  How screwed up is that?  Since Alex and I began building this yurt it is like we just can't win regarding the weather, progress, materials, everything.  Every step of our yurt has been a hurdle.

After I got home from work on Tuesday Alex and I went out to "the Site" as we now refer to it, and decided that it was time to put the big behemoth in it's hole.  It was the one rock that was still sitting next to its hole since we couldn't face needing to move it again.  My opinion had been that we should just flip the rock in over the weekend when we had the tractor out there.  Alex's dad though thought that we should put the rocks near the hole and then carefully consider what we were going to do with them.  My response, "What am I going to do with it?  I am going to put the massive 200+ pound rock in the damn hole we dug and toss a platform on top and call it good."  Alex and his parents seem to think that I have a lackadaisical approach to yurt building.

I honestly don't care about square or level, if I never heard the words "shim", "shore it up", or "plumb" ever again I would be so happy.  I mean lets face it I know that this is going to be my home but essentially this is a tent platform, not rocket science.  I don't plan to live here forever, and if that changes I will build something better on land that I actually own instead of pouring all my time and energy into what is essentially a temporary dwelling. I would like it to be as pretty as the next person but my patience has limits.

This weekend is Scott and Zizi's annual Harvest Festival.  If you asked me in May if I would be in my Yurt by the time of the Harvest Festival I would have said hell yeah.  No question about it.  Now however we are going into our 4th month of yurt construction and we seem essentially no closer then we were in July.  At this point I don't even know where we are going to stay for the Harvest Festival since Lili and a friend is coming up for the weekend (we hope starting on Friday not on Thursday) and will be staying at the camp.  Which means that once again we need to board the cats with Anabee, pack up all of our shit and haul it out.  Personally I want to just start moving all of  my stuff to the new site and be done with the camp.  I am sick of this moving in and moving out business.  Hell I am kind of sick of living on someone else's land and this is only the beginning.  I still have a long time of living on land that isn't ours if everything goes according to plan. 

It's not that I don't like living at Moose Pond, I am merely tired of not having a "home" of my own.  I was watching Katherine eat lunch at work today and she was having an Enchilada and all I could think of was damn, its been four months since I have been able to bake an enchilada.  I used to make them all the time since Alex and I both like it, but not anymore :(  Now it is a waiting game to see what happens first, a yurt appears, or I go to jail for murdering someone in their sleep.

Love
Anna