Now, where was/am I?

I swear these long weekends are going to be the death of me.  It started out with a distress call from a friend on Friday afternoon - I had to zip home, change and zip up to her farm to do her evening chores.  Then I came home and did mine.  Then up to VT for a few quick chores and lunch and check-in with the folks.  Then ... then .... well, I don't remember the rest of Saturday, other than it involved feverish working in the garden and cutting a second door in the goat barn.  Then Sunday.  Shoot.  Don't remember much of that either.  I do recall hauling my dead dryer out, finding that a cattail had poofed to death behind it ~~ that was an interesting pile o' stuff ~~ and then there was some other building of something.  Hmmm.   Scrappy has whiplash, watching me go in and out of the door.

I did try and tackle some of the weeds and ripe produce in the garden.  This led to harvesting the rest of the summer squash (15#) and then ripping the vines out.  Strictly out of self-defense.  Yesterday was a day off and I did some chicken yard work in between rain showers, shredded all of the summer squash and squeezed it dry, took Bernie to the vet, swept the floors, vacuumed, cleaned out the laundry room, and played the Veggie Fairy, leaving my neighbor's mailbox stuffed full of cukes, tomatoes and a couple of squash.  Heehee.  You do have to be careful of your timing whilst using the INMDS (inter-neighborhood-mailbox-delivery-system.)  If you deliver too early, you run the risk of using up all the space and their mail can't be delivered.  Or, in the case of an interim mail person - one who is not accustomed to the INMDS - they think the vegetables (or whatever) is for THEM. 

It looks as though my chickens are going through their moult very early this year - as a matter of fact, it's over a month earlier than last year's moult.  Which was earlier than the year before.  I spent a great deal of time wondering if this augers something vis a vis the oncoming winter.  You know, like the pattern of stripes on caterpillars.  I wonder about such deep subjects while I am sweeping and vacuuming up the nonending piles and drifts of cat/dog hair that appear with alarming frequency on my floors.  Hmmm.  I wonder if the alarming piles of cat/dog hair auger an early winter?  A short summer?  World peace?