Why, oh, why is it that I often winge about things that I hope for? Let's take Farch, for example. How many times did I go on (and on) about where for art Farch? Well, it art here and I am already wishing it away. Come on, March! Come on April! I really do think I would dislike it less if I didn't have to drive an hour in the dark, with the snow pelting against my windshield over dark, twisty roads. Five days a week. And I would like it more if there could be just the weensiest bit of sun every day or so. All weekend long, it was grey, raw, windy and spitting snow. Just enough snow to really irritate you (me).
After coming "this" close to wrenching a gate off its baling twine hinges (can we say "Hillbilly"?) after it was frozen yet again, I managed to grit my teeth and finish the barest essentials of morning chores and stagger into the house. I tackled more of the living room redo and felt much better. I painted the last blue wall and put down more tile. And reassured Bernie on an hourly basis.
And made plans for visitors in April! Woot! I am hoping they have the foresight not to eat for three days before arriving, because I pulled out all the recipes I've been wanting to try - and they will be my Guinea pigs! Er, tasters. I will save an entire blog about their visit - it's just so exciting!
I have been working out in my mind (let's see how long I can retain it) what I need to do to the goat barn and environs. While Sage and Chickie are lounging at the midwife's farm, I plan on taking advantage of their brief absence to redo their fencing, reinforce the barn and clean it out. You know how that works - you slapdash something together because you don't have time to create something that makes sense; then you're stuck with it because it's in use and you have no Plan B. You don't know how that works? Well, it doesn't really work at all. I tend to go by the seat-of-the-pants plan, no matter how good my intentions. I have learned to embrace the Imperfect Me. I am nothing, if not flexible.
I am thinking about doing a real homesteady giveaway contest - the closest guess as to the actual number of 5 gallon buckets of llama beans I will have to shovel up once the snow melts, wins....something. I am guessing, conservatively, anywhere between 20 and 50. It's sort of like guessing how many jelly beans are in the gallon jar at the hardware store. Sort of like that. Just stinkier. What do you think? Anyone game?