Is it just me, or does weekend time seem to gain momentum and whiz by at the speed of light?! I feel as though I drop blissfully into bed on Friday night, visions of all the items on my to-do list with a check mark next to them - then WHAM! It's Sunday night and I am exhausted and planning my lunches for work.
I am sure you have noticed that my weekend blogging is, well, let's say 'lacking'. In my own defense, most all of the larger chores have to get crammed into two days. Ideally, the weather cooperates and a lot gets done. Ideally. This weekend, I was only able to work outside on Sunday. And, while lots DID get done, I feel cheated. I did get the goats' stall pretty much cleaned out (it was still frozen near the ground) and all the raked out goodness wheelbarrowed to the new compost pile. And I did get started on cleaning up the spent hay and manure in the sheep/llama pen. That is, until the local "Days of our Lives" drama unfolded on the road in front of me. In a nutshell, husband was walking down road with little toolbox. Red car carrying wife came zooming up beside him. Screech-fest ensued at very high volume and pitch, including lots of four-letter words, squealing of tires, physical combat, throwing of tools, and heartbreaking pleas from child in car. Police were called on wife by husband and then there were two cop cars across from the house for a half hour. Poor Apria was quite alarmed by all the screeching and hummed like mad. The sheep clumped in a little group as far away from the drama as possible. I continued to shovel shineola. There sure are some miserable people out in the world.
Because of all the hubub and my not wanting to be pulled into the drama, I didn't get as much hay/manure moved as I had hoped. This coming weekend will be the polar opposite - my parents are coming to visit, so very little work will get done. I have a couple of things I can squeeze in during the mornings before work, but I will have to just relax and look a few weekends ahead.