Granny's gone and done it again

I pulled a 5 gallon bucket of weeds this evening, mostly grass ,so I spread it around the picnic grounds. I got a 5 gallon bucket and a small tote of sand, the Mule brought it up the hill easily. I spread it around in slick places in the runs where I was afraid I was going to fall. I would like to fill all the runs with it. Major coop cleaning to do too.
 
They 'belong' to the neighbors next door to me. When I first got here, the older woman came to introduce herself, and I invited her in to see the house. She asked if Lilbit was mine since he appeared about the same time I moved in. Said they had been feeding it because they felt sorry for it. Wasn't mine, but I told her the next time I saw her (I took her some cake after she had eye surgery) that if they would stop feeding him, I'd take him in... A few hours later she and her indignant daughter showed up at my door... Huff, puffing away (the daughter). Well, it boiled down to it was her daughter's dog (so she claimed) and how dare her mother give the dog away while she was sleeping. If I was willing to pay half the vet bills she would share him though (I must have idiot stamped on my forehead). I declined. 3 days later the po po were at my door over doggie dispute. Resolved, no dispute, I'm not an idiot.
Sounds like a set-up from the get-go. 😳
 
I pulled a 5 gallon bucket of weeds this evening, mostly grass ,so I spread it around the picnic grounds. I got a 5 gallon bucket and a small tote of sand, the Mule brought it up the hill easily. I spread it around in slick places in the runs where I was afraid I was going to fall. I would like to fill all the runs with it. Major coop cleaning to do too.
We both had busy days today by the sounds of it.
 
Boy if it ain't one things it's another. Was he scratching himself? Time for some benadryl or something. I've been exhausted and achy the last two days. Finally figured out the old Hashimoto's is acting up. I hate autoimmune crap stuff. Still no word from the VA on when I can get an appointment. Been out of levothyroxin for months now.
That's terrible! I'm sorry you're not feeling well. And I hate it that you don't have your meds. I got careless about taking my levo every morning and when I had my checkup, my dr was harsh with me. Said not being faithful taking them could affect my heart! I hope you get this resolved soon! 😩
 
I’m posting this because someone I know needs this. She is tired and overwhelmed and stressed and busy and always needed by someone. To so many she is employee, mom, niece, granddaughter, caregiver, cousin, friend, child of God and the list goes on but not in this order. I’m amazed by her and her servants heart. But we have a breaking point. That moment when.... We. Just. Can’t.
But it’s a moment. Because somehow we manage to pull it together. We have our meltdown but we don’t live there. And everything will be alright because that’s all it can be.
Anyway, I hope she reads this and knows how much she’s admired. Life is messy. And that’s ok. That’s why we have people who care about us. They are our safe place. And they love us no matter what.
❤️

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We tell each other it will be okay... because we don't know what else to say, and we don't know how to climb into the shit with someone and just hold their hand while they cry or scream or rage it out.
Because even if it's true that it will be okay... it's not okay right now, and sometimes that's all we can see and feel and hear. Sometimes that's all we can register inside our weary bodies.
It's not okay that someone you loved is no longer living and breathing and giving their gifts and presence to this world. It's not okay that everything is falling apart around you, that your world is imploding more and more every moment of every day. It's not okay that the bank accounts are at zero, or possibly into the negative, with no sign of relief. It's not okay that someone was nasty or cruel to you in ways that shattered your heart. It's not okay that you're exhausted to the point you can't make it through a single day without curling into a sobbing ball on your kitchen floor. It's not okay that you're swimming in failure or shame or a grief like you've never known.
Whatever it is for you... it's not okay right now.
And that, my friend, is more than okay.
I'm not going to tell you it's going to be okay.
That everything is going to work out.
I'm not going to tell you it will be fine or to buck up.
That you've got this and you'll see it soon.
Instead I'm going to tell you that I see your pain.
Especially when it feels like "being okay" is completely out of reach, no matter how hard you fight to find your footing and dig your way out of the darkness that's nearly consuming you. I see your pain and I'm holding you in my heart with all the love I have to give. Because it's okay that everything is not okay right now.
I'm going to tell you that you're stronger than you know.
I'm going to tell you that you're not alone.
Even though I know it feels that way, like you're the only person in the history of the world who has experienced this much loss and pain and struggle. Even the most happy and successful people have been through some shit, or are probably walking through their own storms right now.
You're not alone. You do not have to do this alone. If ever there was a thing that lifted me out of the depths of grief, it was being reminding that I wasn't alone. That I didn't have to do this alone. You, my friend, are not alone.
I'm going to tell you that I love you.
Because I do. Because you're here and you're having a bad day. Because you're human and that makes you beautiful and messy and all things lovable.
I love you.
And you've got this.
 
Industrial roll of chicken wire. I LOVE it!

Morning, afternoon, evening....Hope all is well and everyone is hanging in there. Between walking problem child dog, making bread and processing pumpkins for pie my computer time is at a premium today.

Next week we are going to be busy outside as our lumber arrives I think they said on Thursday, maybe Wednesday if the door we ordered comes in. So I'm trying to get things caught up in the house and shop. Oh who am I fooling, I'm trying to keep the path open and beat the dust bunnies back. It's like the joke, Cattle Dogs only shed twice a year, During hot weather and during cold! I swear they have the most wonderful coats that do not attract or hold any kind of burrs but they shed like chickens molt feathers. I can dust mop and vacuum the main area of the house (we have an open floor plan due to heating with wood), turn around and there are big old hair dust bunnies rolling across the floor like tumbleweeds. If it's not the dogs, it's the cats.

I keep threatening to shave them all bald but it'd just grow back.
🤣🤣🤣 Sounds like my Shelties!
 
They had wet layer pellets/cottage cheese mix for a treat this afternoon. Everybody thought that was great!
Mostly I only eat cottage cheese in the lasagna I make. We had some for supper tonight. When I make it, I do big batches and hubby freezes some.
We both had busy days today by the sounds of it.
I drove 45 minutes to Rocky Mount to take chickens for sale. The guy sent one of his employees to pick them up and didn't tell the guy where I was parked or give him my cell number. So both of us sat around in the heat for at least half an hour. I bought two cans of paint for the house that hubby wanted. Two rolls of hardware cloth and a few plants .
I slept through breakfast and missed lunch while I was feeding the birds. By the time I got home, I was famished. And grumpy.
 
A friend of mine shared this on my facebook page:


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FREE to good home. Well, any home really. At this point I don't give a shit what kind of home this inconsiderate jerk goes to: ASSHOLE ROOSTER. He's the perfect rooster if your alarm is broken and you need to be awake at 5:30 a.m. That is his only setting, 5:30. He has no snooze button but will be quiet just long enough for you to fall back to sleep and then he'll start back up with his obnoxious cock-a-doodle-doing right outside of your windows. It's like he knows where you sleep and can zone in on that particular window so maybe he has some sort of special x-ray vision where he can see sleeping people behind walls. He is also a perfect rooster if you want to start running... around your yard... while you're trying to get away from him. He no longer goes after me as he is also an instructor of interpretive dance. Or at least that's what I imagine it looked like as I went after him flapping my arms, jumping up and down, kicking at him, yelling and screaming, and swinging a mop in his direction. So, if you're looking for an alarm clock with the only setting being 5:30 a.m., a personal trainer and a dance instructor, I have the perfect rooster that is able to fill all 3 of those positions FOR FREE! But you're coming out to catch this asshole, I want to see your first interpretive dance lesson.
 

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