Another action-packed weekend that left me little more than a blob of sweaty flotsam by Sunday evening (charming visual, no?) I did have a nice plan, but, as always, the Universe had another plan and the Universe rules. Instead of a leisurely Saturday as planned, I had to leave at 7:15 in the morning to get to the mechanics at 8 where, oh joy, I had yet another wheel bearing replaced. That makes three. Thank goodness I only have one wheel left. Then it was a race with the clock - from mechanics in Vermont to feed store in Massachusetts, to home in New York. Then the dogs are let out, I get gussied up, out I go to my neighbor's granddaughter's wedding. It was an interesting affair - a great opportunity for people watching. It's absolutely amazing what some people consider wedding attire. Many, MANY tattoos. A quick appearance at the reception, then back home to change and head to Vermont (again) to celebrate my sister's official 'move in' date. Then back home. The dogs reminded me of those rear window things, where the heads bobble around. They were very happy when I stayed put. That made four of us.
|Nuggets' Quonset hut weatherized.|
Sunday morning I was back out of the door at 8 to meet a neighbor for breakfast at the last Firehouse breakfast of the summer. I had packed my car to the brim with un-usable bits and bobs from the yard sale and recycling so that I could continue on after breakfast to the town's transfer station. From whence I traveled to pick up my helper. Let me tell you, that girl can work! She managed to clean at least 95% of the run-in shed, down about 8 inches in a couple of hours. That freed me to dart around doing things I wouldn't have been able to do - transplant sunflowers, weed, rake the hay from around the sheeps' winter feeder, do my laundry, tidy up the compost, work on the electric fencing. Then we headed up the mountain, where I picked up a table, dropped her off, headed back and met up with another neighbor to go back up the mountain and pick up 35 bales of hay, when I then stacked. Then off for more moving. I was knackered and the dogs were back to bobble-heads. Of course, they got two marrow bones apiece from pure guilt. How they suffer...
I also managed to sell six dozen eggs over the weekend! My helper is coming back this weekend to finish the job and help me clean out the big brooder and put mulch around the raised beds. She is working off my small coop, which she wants for her silkie flock. I am happy to oblige. I am also happy there is an end date because, as great as it is to have help, I am not thrilled with all the driving and listening how boring her life is. I cannot relate.