Today started out strange enough. I woke up to find about 10 to 12 chickens roaming around and out of their "chicken tractor". After rounding them up. Patching up the hole, I fed them. I then sat on the phone as I droved and listened to my MIL YELL about this and that. I was feeling unnerved by all that, had to down about 10 drops of tintures before I felt better. I then headed to the bank made a withdrawal and proceeded to make deposits around the area;Hy-Vee for fresh ground wheat, Whole Foods for everything else, Petsmart for 40lbs of dog food, and finally made it to my MIL's to pick up my Kombucha she makes and came home!
I then empty out the car, fed the chickens, watered them, and then emptied out my bags of groceries. Empty the dog food into their bin and began to make bread. It's in it's first rising right now. I am feeling wiped out right now.
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OK I had other things to do between the earlier paragraphs and now.
I am waiting for Sam to return home with our oldest son and muffin papers. I just took the burnt beans outside that tasted like an ash tray, and dumped them and cleaned up the pot and have beans soaking. I pulled out the very dusty crock pot to cook new beans while we are away tomorrow.
I also Baked 2 loves of bread. I love making bread. I love kneading it, even if I cannot eat it. I love it! They are pretty loaves if I say so myself.
Tomorrow is Challenge Air. This means we (the family) are volunteering. This is my first year, Sam and James did it first one year. Jonah went with them last year, and this year Zane and I will tag along. Should be interesting.
I have volunteered with dog surgeries with Spay and Neuter, never have I dealt with children with disabilities. I have steered clear of children with no disabilities, this is totally out of my comfort zone. It will be fine, but it will be new.
OK, I need to prepare my lunch for tomorrow. I have to eat something and although they feed you there, I cannot depend on others to feed me anymore. I have to many food allergies.
I felt like shit all week after eating at temple. The food was great, but it made me feel ill because I was not to eat it.
OK, it sounded like chicken noises outside. Have to check on my chickies..........make muffins, boil eggs.....etc.....
Life is great! :)
Tata.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
It's 9pm, do you know where your husband is?
Yes, I do. Picking up our raw milk from his mother's house. He finally got off work and asked if the milk could wait. ARE YOU KIDDING? I tell him "no", and he dragged out a breathy sigh, "OK." Not at all what he wanted to hear.
The dogs are going crazy outside. Something about being dark makes Ann go into automatic bark sequence. Socrates (aka Soc) sits on the porch with a worried look and wants in. I let him in, but he wants back out because Ann is barking. Then he fears the darkness and wants back in. Back and forth my furry child goes. Slipping into fear and curiosity. A lot like myself. I venture off intot he unknown, only to find myself clawing my way back into the known, only to be reminded why I left and go back out into the unknown. At some point I "get it" but until I do, I look a lot like my pooch. In, out, in, out, in, out, in...........what shall I do??? Ok, let me back out.......ahhhhh, let me in, let me in, Damn it!
Ha, life!
I have been busy lately. I have the chickens I care for. I have the homeschooling. I have my Spiritual quest I am on. I have the French Club, playgroups, church, women's circle, house chores, yard chores, driving, grocery shopping, feed shopping for the animals, etc.....
I find time to slip off quick emails. I find time for quick phone chats. I find time at night to fall asleep, um, I mean read a book at night. I forget things though along the way. Like the other day I forgot to brush my teeth. Sometimes it's my hair, today it was everything BUT the teeth. I slipped out into the world with hair un-brushed, and body not showered. I had to get the boys out of the house for their Waldorf class. I had 2 hours to do these few things and the time slips away as you do them......
I got up and checked my email first thing. I can write before I can think or see in the morning ;)
I then got dressed. Slipped on my "farm" boots and took off to care for the chickens. I threw down straw in their traveling pen. I do this on Wednesdays because Sam cannot help me move them, he has an early morning meeting. I first had to look for the pitch fork. A little person ran off with it. 10 acres and a pitch fork...........OK, so I found the pitch fork. by now I am COLD. I thought my purple Tinker Bell sweatshirt would be enough on this chilly morning.....WRONG! I did not stop. I put down the hay. feed the birds, pulled out their water containers and about gagged. Some BIRD shit all over the handle. I used the pitchfork to carry that one to the hose, back at the house! To let you know where the birds are in relation to your suburban homes/yards, I am the third neighbor away from my birds. I walk all the way to their home and carry back 2 gallons of water to them 2 to 3 times a day. The hose water felt warm on my chilly hands, boy was I cold! Where was I....oh yes, shit covered water containers.....I hosed them off and filled them back up and walked them back. Button down the hatches and walked back into the house. I found my water boiling, poured it over my herbs and began to make lunches, breakfast, and feed the dogs. Each child has to have a certain type of canned soup. All want Wolfgang Puck's soup. I heat each soup and put it in the thermos. I pack them crackers, kids Cliff bars, fruit, ginger candies the kids call "Butthole Burners" and pop popcorn for a snack.
As this is going on I am changing out of my boots into other shoes. I help lost shoes find their feet. I help little boys busy looking through the new Cabela's catalog to get on track. I bark orders, I move around a lot. I rustle dogs in and out. I bark more orders and reminders. I state the time and how many more minutes until we leave. I rush here and there. I am up the stairs, down the stairs, in the basement, and back up. "Here we go Loopy loop" mutters my mumbling lips. I run through each room and shut off lights, grab important objects to take, fill the water bottle, grab my lunch, kids lunches, check the dogs water and food supply. Ask about the cat and her food, I make sure stove is off, everybody is fed (including myself) and we leave.
Now this is an easy day. I drive an hour and drop them off at class. I then head over to the Studio where my MIL is and we drive around buying incense, chat, have conversation with weirdos in the "witch store" and then come back to have lunch. I pick up the kids, drive another hour home and pick up MORE chicken feed on the way home.
Where was I going with this?? Oh, yes, see subject lines can keep the insane on target. Husbands.....
Who needs them?
LOL!!!!!
The dogs are going crazy outside. Something about being dark makes Ann go into automatic bark sequence. Socrates (aka Soc) sits on the porch with a worried look and wants in. I let him in, but he wants back out because Ann is barking. Then he fears the darkness and wants back in. Back and forth my furry child goes. Slipping into fear and curiosity. A lot like myself. I venture off intot he unknown, only to find myself clawing my way back into the known, only to be reminded why I left and go back out into the unknown. At some point I "get it" but until I do, I look a lot like my pooch. In, out, in, out, in, out, in...........what shall I do??? Ok, let me back out.......ahhhhh, let me in, let me in, Damn it!
Ha, life!
I have been busy lately. I have the chickens I care for. I have the homeschooling. I have my Spiritual quest I am on. I have the French Club, playgroups, church, women's circle, house chores, yard chores, driving, grocery shopping, feed shopping for the animals, etc.....
I find time to slip off quick emails. I find time for quick phone chats. I find time at night to fall asleep, um, I mean read a book at night. I forget things though along the way. Like the other day I forgot to brush my teeth. Sometimes it's my hair, today it was everything BUT the teeth. I slipped out into the world with hair un-brushed, and body not showered. I had to get the boys out of the house for their Waldorf class. I had 2 hours to do these few things and the time slips away as you do them......
I got up and checked my email first thing. I can write before I can think or see in the morning ;)
I then got dressed. Slipped on my "farm" boots and took off to care for the chickens. I threw down straw in their traveling pen. I do this on Wednesdays because Sam cannot help me move them, he has an early morning meeting. I first had to look for the pitch fork. A little person ran off with it. 10 acres and a pitch fork...........OK, so I found the pitch fork. by now I am COLD. I thought my purple Tinker Bell sweatshirt would be enough on this chilly morning.....WRONG! I did not stop. I put down the hay. feed the birds, pulled out their water containers and about gagged. Some BIRD shit all over the handle. I used the pitchfork to carry that one to the hose, back at the house! To let you know where the birds are in relation to your suburban homes/yards, I am the third neighbor away from my birds. I walk all the way to their home and carry back 2 gallons of water to them 2 to 3 times a day. The hose water felt warm on my chilly hands, boy was I cold! Where was I....oh yes, shit covered water containers.....I hosed them off and filled them back up and walked them back. Button down the hatches and walked back into the house. I found my water boiling, poured it over my herbs and began to make lunches, breakfast, and feed the dogs. Each child has to have a certain type of canned soup. All want Wolfgang Puck's soup. I heat each soup and put it in the thermos. I pack them crackers, kids Cliff bars, fruit, ginger candies the kids call "Butthole Burners" and pop popcorn for a snack.
As this is going on I am changing out of my boots into other shoes. I help lost shoes find their feet. I help little boys busy looking through the new Cabela's catalog to get on track. I bark orders, I move around a lot. I rustle dogs in and out. I bark more orders and reminders. I state the time and how many more minutes until we leave. I rush here and there. I am up the stairs, down the stairs, in the basement, and back up. "Here we go Loopy loop" mutters my mumbling lips. I run through each room and shut off lights, grab important objects to take, fill the water bottle, grab my lunch, kids lunches, check the dogs water and food supply. Ask about the cat and her food, I make sure stove is off, everybody is fed (including myself) and we leave.
Now this is an easy day. I drive an hour and drop them off at class. I then head over to the Studio where my MIL is and we drive around buying incense, chat, have conversation with weirdos in the "witch store" and then come back to have lunch. I pick up the kids, drive another hour home and pick up MORE chicken feed on the way home.
Where was I going with this?? Oh, yes, see subject lines can keep the insane on target. Husbands.....
Who needs them?
LOL!!!!!
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