There is nothing worse for a worrier than to hear that the weather is going to be a scorcher. With heat warnings, red flags, alarm bells, and all that jazz, the thermometer hit very close to 100. This, on the day that she has to be locked in an auditorium learning about planning boards, zoning boards, soil restoration, and watersheds. Hmm-mm. I was up and out at 4:30 and dumped and refilled all the water buckets. Then I let the sheep into their grassy area until I left for the workshop. Checked the rat-trap (empty - yeah!) and watered the garden, potted plants, cold frame, and anything else I could think of. Then the dogs and I took a fast walk (or a drag, in Scrappy's case - he hates flying insects and must stop and snap at them every six inches). I closed up the windows, drew the curtains and turned on the dehumidifier. And then drove 40 minutes to sit in the workshop not hearing a word that was spoken because I was too busy listening to this:
"OMG, did I remember the Fricassees? Did I let them out? Will they be roasted? Did I fill the chickens' waterer? If I did, did I remember to uncap the water access? Will the sheep have enough sense to go into the shed? Will there be prone bodies scattered all over the homestead when I get back?" Of course, everyone was fine, although they were staring at their waterers in dismay. It was so hot, the water was way higher than tepid. So I went around and refilled all of them. Much happiness and chicken gurgling. I even took some time to sit in the shade with the goaties and I gave Chickie a therapeutic whole-body scratch. He loves those. He is growing a little beard, the cutie. My boy is growing up!
I was able to join Sylvie and friends at yet another bon voyage feast last night. While I wish her all the best and want nothing but happiness for her, all this "good-bying" is starting to rankle. I mean, I do put on a good face and chirp away, but I really DON'T want her to go. Just saying. Full disclosure and all that. But go she must. The woman who hosted the 'do' is a very lovely, interesting and talented woman with a beautiful home. She and I bonded over her bantams while Sylvie's eyes glazed. Luckily, there were other people there who were not so ga-ga over chickens. Fools. (kidding) I brought a new salad that is now replacing my favorite massaged kale salad - it's a broccoli salad with bacon, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds, red onion and is topped with a mayo/yogurt, agave nectar, apple cider dressing. Dreamy! I was very happy that there was some left over so I could enjoy it again for lunch.
Today was a repeat of yesterday - without the workshop. Out at 4:30, sheep on grass, water in waters, water gardens, walk dogs (drag Scrappy), stare at work wardrobe trying to find something cool+professional. I gave up and just tried to match. There's lots going on at work. And what am I thinking about? (See paragraph 2.)