After a very emotional weekend, I finally woke up this morning without, "is it all worth it?" being the first thing on my mind. I have concluded that, yes, it is all worth it. Good times, bad times, sad times.
Sunday, I tried the "if I start working on stuff and keep working on stuff and don't quit until I am half-comatose, maybe I will sleep" approach. I have to admit, I did, indeed, sleep Sunday night. But I was so exhausted that I had a hangover feeling on Monday that didn't (drat) have anything to do with the aftermath (and enjoyment) of adult beverages. In any event, I got my garage up (with massive amounts of help from my neighbor).
That's right! Whee-haw! Good old Kyle has a snug bunk for the winter. And, for the first time in weeks, I did not have to wipe down all the windows on my car in the morning. We have been having warmish days and frigid nights, the combination of which coats all exposed surfaces with heavy dew. I will try to remember to take a picture of Garagie - providing I still have working brain cells enough to remember.
On Sunday, I roasted a half bushel of Italian peppers (medium hot), peeled them - cursing mightily - and canned them this morning. I cut and froze another bunch of sweet peppers and stuffed them in the freezer. I roasted a chicken in my friend, Lisa's clay roaster. I baked a plum crumble. I baked for the barn and went to spend some quality time with Jasmine and Alice. I got caught up on the local gossip. I worked in the garden. I dug a hole and tucked Cookie and his BFF Woody's cremains securely in. I piled a million rocks on it. It's a challenge, hole-digging. It took a shovel, pick ax, post hole digger, and steel rod, not to mention finally getting down on my knees and digging with my hands. It took over an hour. But, it was cathartic.
I also hand-pulled most of the thorny weeds that were not-so-slowly taking over the middle sheep paddock. All in all, it was a physically exhausting day - it was just what I needed.
Now I have to focus on cleaning the house and getting everything ready for the arrival of my house sitter. My DS Cynthia is coming for a long weekend to look after things, freeing me to travel to South Portland to visit my BFF Sylvia. It's a short trip, but oh-so needed.