Here's the run down (and then I'll quite crabbing) - stolen wallet; non-stop gravel trucks, gravel noise, choking dust on the days it didn't SLEET; one madly wonderful shopping day; one solid day of chicken coop cleaning (worse than ever - I'm blaming it on the Guineas); a half-inch of sleet, followed by some fast cleaning truncated by a three hour power outage just before my visitors arrived. I may be down, but I'm not out.
On Friday (after living through the power outage), things got downright wonderful.
It's so interesting, this Internet/blogging business. I have formed some solid, marvelous, soul-enriching friendships with people I've never met. And may never meet. Luckily, due to a lovely, determined spirit with an accommodating husband, I actually met one of these special people.
|Jane, Ice Man and Sophie (with the ever-|
present tennis ball.)
It's a good thing we did nothing but gab, as the weather was horrid. There was some fluffy sheep petting, graham cracker feeding, Guinea whispering, and I believe that both dogs would have snuck onto the RV and gone back with them. Bernie positively swooned onto Jane's lap and never left. The Ice Man was thoroughly snorgled by Scrappy, who thought he was just the best thing ever. Sophie decided that living the single life in the RV was preferable to the Scary Dogs. What a beautiful girl she is!
We all waved them off with a heavy heart on Saturday night. Thank you, Jane, Ice Man and Sophie, for making the long trip from spring back to winter - I bet you're glad to be back where it's no longer sleeting. And thank you for the goodies! And for your friendship. My turn!
I made a quick trip up to see my goaties and Sage has gone from Tug Boat Annie to Betty Barge! According to A, she should kid anytime from Wednesday to the weekend. I sure hope it's twins, as that would be one big kid. They were happy to see me and Sage seems to be settling down. A's got all my numbers - it should be an exciting week. I will, of course, let you all know.
Since I needed to finish at least two big things on my list, I decided to tackle the goat fence. Plus, I had the fear of God put in me, realizing that they will be returning before I know it! I took down the 'temporary' fencing that's been there for two years, and paced out the t-post spacing. Some things I've learned since taking up this homesteading venture: when you live on rocks and plan to set t-posts, take your sledge hammer and a nice piece of rebar out first. Do NOT start with pounding in the t-posts. Another thing I apparently didn't learn was to check to see that I got the shorter posts. I am NOT over 6 feet tall. With my pre-pounding method, I was able to set three of the six posts fairly deep. Two of the remaining three will require a ladder, and the last one may have to be set in the next town, as it seems to be solid rock where I need to put it.
Glad I took some ibuprofen before bed...