There is no use ignoring the fact that the Universe is having a great big laugh at my expense. Thanks to changes (none for the good, I may add) in my yob, I lost any wiggle room I had in my mornings and evenings. It (meaning farm/house to-do lists) all falls on the weekends. Most often, my Saturdays are not my own and I am lucky if I can manage a couple of hours of item-list-checking-off-things. This means that the burden of getting done what must be done falls on Sunday. And, speaking of falls, you could have created another Niagara Falls with the amount of rain we got on Sunday. I woke up to rain, so I did a few things inside. The rain stopped around 9ish, so out I raced and struggled with a wad of Electronet to set up a new grazing area for the sheep. This was not my netting because, if I do say so myself, I am very particular about the taking down, rolling up and storage of my Electronet fence. Not because I am virtuous, 'cause I ain't, but because I am the one who has to face it in the spring and put it up solo. This was donated - it's much longer than mine so I can create larger spaces for the sheep - and the person who was so kind to donate it apparently figured they'd never use it again, so what the heck. Heck was the nicest word I used in the next two hours. However, it was finally up and (Glory Be!) it held a charge. The sheep trotted right inside and spent a glorious hour before the rain started again.
Meanwhile, I was out in my garden. I knew there was rain forecast, but I was not prepared for a day of monsoons. I don't mind working in the rain - it's only water - but even I had to throw in the beach towel. My goal was to finish planting my already-late garden by the end of the day, but it was not to be. I was just getting ready to put in the kale and chard bed when the skies opened up and that was it. The last thing I HAD to do was put up more fencing since we have about 234 rabbits this year and they have taken to sitting in my flower planters, chewing on anything green they can reach. I was so sodden by the time I finished that my overalls reminded me of those cartoons where your pants fill with water and go sloshing around you. My shoes were squishing, my BGPs were squishing. And there was still almost a half-day left. I was not happy. Yes, we did need rain and I am not complaining about rain. I am complaining about getting all the rain we haven't had for months in one day. At least the ducks were thrilled. I'll shut up now.
Seeing that any work I had planned for outside was now shelved, I busied myself with inside work. Laundry went up on the drying racks, rugs were vacuumed, brooder was cleaned, and all the dog toys were laundered. Because I discovered (peeeuuuuwww) that Slimbo had been peeing in the dog toy box. Joy. I briefly considered having him become an outside cat.
|Prep for Rhubarb Vinaigrette|
One of the things I do to make myself feel better is to try something new. It takes my focus off of my incessant whining. Since I have a bumper crop of rhubarb this year, I made Rhubarb Vinaigrette (awesome!) and Rhubarb Brown Sugar Muffins (discovered on Mama's Minutia). I blissfully did NOT follow her advice about not filling the cups too much and ended up with a mess. A delicious mess, but a mess. You will not see pictures. It was ugly.
The Universe may have it in for me, but I am holding my own with the help of my wonderful friends.
P.S. I know I am behind in the purge lists, but will catch up this week - pinkie promise!