omg it's chilly! -7 when I went out this morning, 17.5 mph north winds blasting... the waterers were all frozen, but they were fine and happy to have fresh water early. knowing how cold it is... I went out just before light, most of them weren't even off the roost yet.
I'll be making a run to the far end of the next town today. I need a few supplies, some general, some for when I have my surgery and other people have to take care of the flock... 2 extra water buckets will make for at least 1 less trip for water collection - I only have 2 spare buckets, so...I make 2 trips for water. bring 2 fresh, take 2 frozen from the back pen, empty them, refill, deliver to the Dome, take their 2 frozen, empty and store...
and I am kinda thoughtless about the fact that Peri's diaper needs washing from time to time, and I don't have a spare... so I can either spend $10 on 12 disposable diapers, or $22 on 1 washable... I think the washable is the smart investment. bet Chester and Belle would have a blast ripping apart a disposable diaper...
2 weeks til Surgery. gettin' a little scared, but I saw the surgeon yesterday for pre-op and to get some additional paperwork filled out for my job, the Occupational Nurse at our District HQ is a right PITA. frankly, my diagnosis is none of her business. all she should require is a doctor's note stating I am under the care of so and so and may not return to work until.... and in my case, at the moment, it's indefinite. I have my official paperwork for the surgery, so we'll fax that off to her as well. I don't have to, but figure if I cover all bases... she has to back off. personally, she doesn't like me. for many reasons, most of which are stupid - she doesn't like that I've hardly used sick days in 10 years. she doesn't like that I have taken only 1 vacation in 10 years and that was almost 5 years ago... (I don't like that one much myself...) and last Summer... I got myself into a bit of trouble by letting my sharp tongue loose... anyway, it was a disaster, but needed, oh so needed... and she didn't want to let me back on my route because I yelled at someone, so I must be a terrible danger to myself and others. I went to the Union. it took a bit of time to get back on the job and it took even longer to fight for my lost pay, but I won every single penny. she didn't like that, so now, I guess... I have a target on my back, placed there by her.. oh well. who cares? not me... I did what she asked and she'll get what she "needs" later this morning.