Off Grid Passive Solar Prefab House Loses The Unicorn.
Which means the prefab off grid house, because of its energy efficient SIP and passive solar design, only needs the intermittent heat boost of the wood cook stove. As long as the temperature climbs to the mid 50s-60s, and drops to the upper 20s-mid 30s at night, I really just fire up the stove for dinner, because it's not worth starting a fire when you wake up to the interior in the upper 60s- "It will climb to 70 soon enough and I don't want to overheat the prefab house!"
So there is a constant switchout of the camping portable stove for breakfast coffee, to delicious slow-cooked dinners cooked on the cookstove.
As always in The Quiet Country, the weekend burst with activity.We headed to Farmville where the children, with their friends, packed over 1,000 shoe boxes of donated gifts for Operation Christmas...
|A room of volunteers ready to pack shoe boxes for children.|
And that was just Saturday.
In Serious News, An Intervention Was Held.
Good friends bundled me into a car and led me firmly to C.'s farm, where a Come To Horse-eus intervention was held in her living room.
"It's time to talk about your horse."
A stud-y, arrogant Percheron-Arabian green gelding who even the happy-horse-following barn cats and goats run from when he enters the pasture.
My beloved unicorn in the mist is... a pushy handsome bad boy. Not totally his fault, but also I have to say, it is also a lot: his personality. We're not the right fit. I know a lot of it is me, but it's also our personalities, together.
Like the groupie and the Rock Star, we're a match that's bad, bad, bad, and the longer we're together the worse the spiral becomes. Even if I worked and rode him every day, he will never be my partner.
It's time for Jax and I to break up.
Jax departs for greener pastures in two weeks.
The good news is C. is about as bad ass o' a Rock Star as a horseperson can get. No groupie, she collects Bad Ass Rock Star Horses firmly in her back pocket, and under her thumb.
She will grow Jax to the awesome horse he deserves to be. I am heartbroken, but grateful he's not getting dumped or passed around. My biggest fear was that I'd give / sell him to someone else that couldn't handle him, therefore growing a dangerous, confused, lonely horse. Boy were we all lucky, Jax especially, that gorgeous Jax found placement with C.
That doesn't make the hurt less, but I know it's the right thing... before someone gets hurt.
That doesn't mean I'm happy.
|Jax and I have had our differences. That's my shin.|
No horse looks right to me after knowing Jax, no horse except sweet, sweet Riata, our leopard Appaloosa. Only Riata makes it ok. She's waiting by the gate, nickering for me to come into the field. I hate being without a partner horse- I always pictured me riding Jax, while a child went on a fun ride on Riata, all of us, together.
But I can't safely ride Jax.
The longer I hold on to Jax, just because he's a beautiful unicorn, the less opportunity he has. He needed to find his awesome strong rider while he is young, so that he can have a lifetime of good work and camaraderie instead of being passed on... and passed on... and passed on to the wrong rider.
Looking at other horses just makes me ill. This is going to hurt for a long time.
|Golden Girl Riata|
|Jaxie Boo, my rock star, bad-for-me boyfriend.|
Love you, Jax, which is why I'm doing this for you.
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With the intermittent warm weather we've had, next week's temperatures officially kicks off The Real Cold Season.
In the meantime?
Mmmmmmm I've got homemade palak paneer simmering on the cook stove. 'Cause yer not country until yer cookin' indian food on the antique cookstove, honeychile. ; ) (The prefab house smells delicious!)
|Home made paneer.|
A note on home made paneer: I am so lazy
I don't even strain it
much less cut it into blocks.
Lift out with a slotted spoon,
then stir into spinach mix,