Moving House (Part II)
The Two Hundred And Forty One Dollar And Fifty Five Cent (Bee)House Move
Moving day went quite well, all things considered. The weekend beforehand, the 'love-of-my-life' borrowed a forklift to move his rather large lathe, and trundled up the road with that to the new address. Then he drove his vintage tractor at its maximum snail s pace, minus exhaust and on its very vintage tyres, to its new home. A lot of heads popped out from behind curtains to watch his progress, popping back down again whenever said tractor backfired!
On Moving Day itself, the love-of-my-life set a list of prioritised tasks, then checked into a business seminar in Auckland. Yours Truly was left in charge of The Move !
Incidentally, at said seminar, participants were asked to set down two facts and one lie - hubby wrote that 1) he had worked for the same company for 30 years ; 2) he kept bees in his backyard; and 3) he was married with 3 children (lie - in fact we have 2). Of course, when the lists were swapped for vetting, all other participants declared that the lie must be 2) he kept bees in his backyard! An amusing vagary in our life as others view it.
First weekend in the new home, and the No 1 Son comes home on a week's leave. Conditional upon his borrowing the car, he is roped into digging steps up the slope behind the house to the proposed bee site. His enthusiasm is over-whelming - we'll make a beekeeper of him yet. Nothing to do with the clock marching on, and a lady friend tapping her watch, of course.
The fact that next day he is crippled with a stiff back, and I have to hire an endless supply of videos to keep him entertained whilst confined to the couch, is a small price to pay surely. A $28 small price to be exact. Oh well, these things happen.
Flowers are blooming, birds are humming and my chooks are scratching around the proposed hive site. Its time to bring my bees home. After tea I sweet-talk the two males in my life into taking a trailer up to my brother's life-style block. Our trailer currently being loaded up for a pending Tip Trip, a trailer is borrowed from a friend - no charge - but we get the job of mending the lights connection his brother left dragging on the ground when he last borrowed it & ($45.75). Leaving my males to struggle through the swamp in the dark, I pant uphill to my brother's house, to reassure him that the mutterings and curses down below have a legitimate purpose. Strangely, he doesn't offer to help, but I put that down to his dislike of things that go buzz in the dark, and leave him to his dinner!
Back down to the trailer where my males have managed to stumble through the scrub and pukekos with the hives - God Save The Queens and I forgot the gummies I lent to the No 1 son have holes in them - and are now securing same on the trailer. A very slow and sedate trip home. So slow, in fact, that the local constabulary decides to check us out under the impression that alcohol must be playing a part in our stately progress. $89 for obstructing traffic, a faulty trailer tail-light, and warrant not clearly displayed. Later, home to where the process is reversed. The pallet is set down, the hives set on, and the bees are left to put themselves to bed, while I am set to reconciling the cheque book (gumboots = $19.95; possible replacement queens @ $12 each = $24.00; Tip trip tomorrow to empty our trailer so that it is ready and waiting for any future requirement = $8.00).
Progress Report: 5 boxes high and growing. Frank Lindsay drops in to inspect, and declares the site 'spot on' - it was ok to buy the house in light of the excellent hive site - but was the hewer of the sloping steps on a bit of a lean himself? The leaning hewer indignantly explains the rules of gravity in relation to falling water and Frank and I retire, defeated by logic. Logic comes in many guises.
New hive site
By the nature of the hive site, I can now press my nose to the hall window, within a couple of metres of the hive entrances, and watch the bees coming and going. On a not so positive note, the house re-roofers are going to be working in direct line with the flight path. I wonder whether I can get a discount for bulk buying of Stingose? ($8.95 x ?)
Alternatively, I wonder whether the roofies would consider re-roofing after bee bedtime!
I love my bees. Hubby is quite taken with them too, but he hasn t seen the chequebook balance lately. I wonder what next expense they have in store for me?
The Innocent Bystander