Random and Zombies

Today is one of those days at the end of one of those weeks.  In addition to losing Amadeus, Niobe keeps escaping the electric fence and is driving Adam completely bonkers.  It is always a bad day when you discover that your bovine are smarter than you.  In his defence, she's apparently some sort of evil genius yak.

We have been battling Damascus township for six months to get approval to put the fiber mill in.  First we have to get a conditional usage permit for the mill as the land is zoned rural residential.  In order to do that, we have to have an approved plan for the wastewater coming out of the mill.  Despite my best efforts to convice the sewage enforcement officer that fiber mill waste water is essentially what comes off a sheep when it rains, they stuck to their guns on the "no commercial waste on rural land" rule, so that meant to spraying it on the fields.  They wanted us to put in a sand mound, but that apparently requires getting a perc test, which apparently requires a backhoe, which raises Adam's blood pressure alarmingly.  Finally someone had the brilliant idea to see if the building is hooked up to the exisiting septic tank, which could then have the waste water run to it and simply be pumped more often.  Fantastic!  The only problem being that we had no idea where our septic tank was.  We have four pipes and one metal detector, four sewage guys and one very large hole in our yard, but have located the septic tank, which is indeed hooked to the shop.  Now we just have to get township approval, which will hopefully be easier than the rest of this process was.

To top it off, today is one of those nasty, cold and wet days that makes you want to crawl under a quilt and not come out again. 

But to prove that this week hasn't been a total waste, I proudly present- one finished Christmas present.  I mean, it's barely September, so that should count for something.  Right?  Right?

These are fingerless gloves knitted in Zombie from Lizard Toes, for Martin, being modeled by Martin.  He helps Adam out on the farm and helps me run to physical therapy and other assorted errands during the week, in addition to keeping the house from exploding around us.  He is also not a fan of surprises, so he picked out the yarn and the pattern and tried them on during the knitting process.  Not suprisingly, they were exactly what he wanted.

One down, a mind numbingly large amount of projects to go.