Clean up chicken yard - Nope. Figured I can do this over the course of the week.
Clean house - Shirley, you jest!
Brush dogs/pedicures - Nope - but I thought about it. Does that count?
Ironing - Hahahahaha
No DSL still. I am now extremely unhappy and will start to nag. When I got home on Saturday from my errand run, I geared up for the coop cleaning (face mask, heavy gloves, flare in case I couldn't find my way out...) and opened the front door to find....Sage and Chicory on my front deck! Egads! I managed to race around in the morning and hadn't closed the gate to their pen. Heaven only knows what they were up to, the rascals. They must have heard my voice through the open screen door and came up to let me know they needed sustenance. Thank goodness they followed me back to the barn!
While I was measuring out the fence post placement, I figured I'd let them out to browse while I worked. BAD IDEA. Sage managed to jettison herself through the electronet fence in with the sheep (who were not happy for the competition) and Chicky got himself tangled up in the darn stuff, so I was out with my gloves getting zapped, Chicky untangled, trying to get Sage out and the sheep away from the downed fence. Gak! In the hubbub, Banyan, the moorit mouflon wether, must have been startled and hurt his leg - he couldn't put weight on it. I got the goats back into the barn through the lure of grain in their bowls and re-hooked the fence. Then Kay and I checked Banyan for breaks or other dire injury. Today, after a night of resting it, he is still a little sore, but seemed much better.
I had set up a dinner last night so I would be forced to quit and come in at a reasonable hour. But my dinner date couldn't make it, so I went outside at 10:30a and did not stop until 5:30p. I was sure I would collapse into bed and sleep the sleep of the dead. Ohhhh, nooooo. A mouse is chewing something in a wall in the bedroom and the coyotes started up - which made me think of Banyan being vulnerable, which made me think of the llama, which made me think of how he is destroying my fence and I have to put an electric line on the perimeter THIS WEEKEND, etc.
But, it was a very satisfying weekend, with a lot checked off the lists. I have a sub-list for this week so that I'm not faced with the same daunting tasks this next weekend. It's my mother's birthday on Sunday and we are all celebrating on Saturday, so my window of opportunity is cut in half. I figure, if I peel and cook tomatoes every night this week, and can what I cook every morning, I should be done by Friday. I may require a monitor next summer to keep me out of the tomato fields. Volunteers?