Another weekend lost to lack of energy. I will have to say that that is my least favorite feeling. It leaves (this) one with (mental) wheels spinning and stewing in frustration. Which helps nothing and no one. I have resigned myself to taking my doxycycline and being patient. I seriously think that insects will take over the world within an alarmingly short period of time. Adding insult to injury, doxycycline renders you super-sensitive to sun. And guess what we had all weekend? Yep.
I did do some vacuuming, and managed a short visit with my parents after the EC visit. I picked up quail eggs from Marianne and discovered their Highland cattle on the loose. Luckily, her husband was home and we rounded them up between us. It's rather intimidating, being faced with those hairy beasts, horns and all, armed with a stick - the only thing at hand at the time.
I also picked up Roger. Remember my reference to 'never say never'? Well, our roosterless state lasted less than a month. Friends of a friend needed to rehome a young RIR rooster and I, of the wet lettuce spine, said yes. I picked him up Saturday, late afternoon, and integrated him into the coop when it was darkish. One would think that he would be thrilled to be let out of the cat carrier, but that one would be wrong. I could not get him out, even with shaking the carrier like a salt shaker. I had to grope around in the dark and take the carrier apart. However, all was quiet (except for crowing) in the morning and the mix was seamless. He is quite handsome and seems very nice. However, after my recent experiences (of the last four years), I am withholding judgement. I was impressed that he refused to go in to roost until every last resident was inside. The ducks gave him an extra dose of anxiety, as they are always the very last to go in - stretching it out until it is fairly dark. Roger kept coming out and staring at them. To no avail. There is no hurrying ducks.
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, weather-wise. Sun, of course. It was all I could do to dart in and out, hanging up the laundry. I was draped in netting, hats, veils, shirts, vestments, trailing about like a wraith. Geez. I did get my recycling to the transfer station; I did fertilize the tomato plants. I did not much else. Peanut spent some time in his brace - which he cannot get off, try as he might. I gave them each a marrow bone and put them out on the deck on their beach blankets. That bought me a lovely, restful period of about half an hour. While I was pacing the floors, waiting for the miracle cure, I whipped up a batch of Chili Burgers from one of my Moosewood cookbooks - the one with fifteen sticky note bookmarks. I believe it's their Low-Fat cookbook. I will have to say they were and are delicious! (See photo above).
So, onward and upward. I am most anxious to get my get-up-and-go back. Hopefully, by the middle of the week, I should be feeling much better. I have my yard sale coming up this coming Sunday and I'll be damned if I will continue this slogging around for much longer. I've set up a makeshift table in the car port and I have been toting out objects every now and then. This week I will spend time in every room until I have a nice, big pile.