Shed raising

I was sitting out with the Alpacas this morning, watching as Adama (not quite 1 year old) was bothering Hannibal (not quite 2 years old) causing him to make wookie noises at him, and eventually bite Adama’s fleece as a warning. Adama is just a kid, so he keeps on bothing Hannibal, who is a teenager, and eventually Hannibal gets really annoyed and starts posturing and they both end up chest butting. We put Adama back in with his playmate, Delilah, and the other females. He was as happy as a nerd in an Apple store.

Two of my Toronto-gal friends came out to visit, Denise and Fatima. Fatima brought her two rabbits, Bunny-Stu (get it?) and As-Yet-Unnamed for some country air. We chatted, drank tea, and then got to putting up the new shed as a temporary shelter for the boy Alpacas.

The instructions were written by a linguistic sadist, or else orignally in Chinese and translated into English. Denise was able to make make sense of them, me, I was totally stumped. Give me visual instructions – diagrams and such – and I’m set, because that’s how my brain works.

With much confusion we got the base and the floor assembled, only to find out that the floor covering isn’t included, so off I went with my measurements to Home Despot to get some plywood. When I got back I screwed it into place and it was snug as a bug in a rug. Not bad considering I’m totally ham fisted when it comes to tools and renovations and stuff like that.

I ended up getting sunburned, because as is usual with the first really warm weather of the year I didn’t think the sun would be that strong. Now my arms are bright pink on top and pale blue underneath. My face looks like I’m about to bust a blood vessel, and my scalp is senstive too. Dumbass. I should have worn a hat and used sunscreen.