It sucks getting old. Kinda like having ADHD, I suppose! My day's not getting off to a great start, but at least I'm busy and moving, eh? Energized with a delicious mega cup of coffee, I boldly make priorities for the day: Pay the bills, finish calibrating the new incubator, fold laundry, go to the pharmacy, then grocery shopping.
But first, I need to feed cattle and let the chickens out. Ah but I've got to pick up cattle feed today too, and there's a mess of leftover grain to be cleaned up in the feed shed. Might as well finish mixing the last bit of feed while I'm at it, so 300 pounds dumped and mixed in the bin. Haul the empty pallet out, grab broom and dustpan, got that done, why did I come out here? Oh yeah, the cattle and chickens. Right.
Critters fed, water tanks topped off, health check (no, Pepper's udders aren't filling up yet, got a while to go - Roofuss and Colonel Sanders are perky and healing nicely), security check (no 'possums or 'coons last night, whew, secure the gates), back to the house. Dang dog got into a garbage bag and decorated the garage with its contents (Bad dog! Bad dog! Outside, now!) oh yeah I need to burn trash today. Cleaned it up. Stepped in to grab the bbq lighter, and I see their empty feed bowls. I forgot to feed the dogs. I let them back in.
That done, they're yowling and dancing to go back outside. So I let them out, and oh, I need to pee, too. My eyes fall on the mealworms' habitat in the bathroom. I really do need to invest in a humidifier. Add that to mental shopping list. (yeah, right. lol). Where was I? Oh yeah, Where did I leave the bbq lighter?
It's next to the incubator. Hmmm, I'll want to drill extra ventilation holes in the lid, don't like this one's design. Drill and bits are in the basement, so I rummage around in a parts bin to find suitable things to use for the plugs and drill bits to fit. Turning around, the tomato and strawberry plants call to me from the darkness; they need their lights turned on. Look a bit dry, yep, it's time to water again. That done. Why did I come down here anyway? Oh yeah, drill and bits.
Carry them up to the kitchen and incubator, and there's the bbq lighter. Sigh. I grab that and step into the garage, scowling at the mountain of boxes and christmas wrappings waiting their turn. I grab the first bag, and then remember the mound of paper feed bags in the shed that need to go, too. Ugh. Dang it, that 'possum from two nights ago is rotting in one barrel, older feed bags stuffed in the other. Check the wind, good, and set them ablaze.
Back inside to wash up and refresh the coffee. Ahhhh, I deserve a break, right? I'm still in my jammies. BFD whatever. I'll get to start my day soon enough. I sit down with coffee, and there by my laptop are the receipts from the pharmacy I meant to call them about. While waiting on hold, I open the laptop and scan which bills need to be paid. Oh, but I should check BYC first, right? Of course. Pharmacy answers, fix the problem, and oops, now I gotta go pee. Reminded about the humidifier again and go back to my coffee.
And that's how I ended up watching the last episode of "George and Tammy" at 9:30 on a Tuesday morning while writing a novella on BYC.
But first, I need to feed cattle and let the chickens out. Ah but I've got to pick up cattle feed today too, and there's a mess of leftover grain to be cleaned up in the feed shed. Might as well finish mixing the last bit of feed while I'm at it, so 300 pounds dumped and mixed in the bin. Haul the empty pallet out, grab broom and dustpan, got that done, why did I come out here? Oh yeah, the cattle and chickens. Right.
Critters fed, water tanks topped off, health check (no, Pepper's udders aren't filling up yet, got a while to go - Roofuss and Colonel Sanders are perky and healing nicely), security check (no 'possums or 'coons last night, whew, secure the gates), back to the house. Dang dog got into a garbage bag and decorated the garage with its contents (Bad dog! Bad dog! Outside, now!) oh yeah I need to burn trash today. Cleaned it up. Stepped in to grab the bbq lighter, and I see their empty feed bowls. I forgot to feed the dogs. I let them back in.
That done, they're yowling and dancing to go back outside. So I let them out, and oh, I need to pee, too. My eyes fall on the mealworms' habitat in the bathroom. I really do need to invest in a humidifier. Add that to mental shopping list. (yeah, right. lol). Where was I? Oh yeah, Where did I leave the bbq lighter?
It's next to the incubator. Hmmm, I'll want to drill extra ventilation holes in the lid, don't like this one's design. Drill and bits are in the basement, so I rummage around in a parts bin to find suitable things to use for the plugs and drill bits to fit. Turning around, the tomato and strawberry plants call to me from the darkness; they need their lights turned on. Look a bit dry, yep, it's time to water again. That done. Why did I come down here anyway? Oh yeah, drill and bits.
Carry them up to the kitchen and incubator, and there's the bbq lighter. Sigh. I grab that and step into the garage, scowling at the mountain of boxes and christmas wrappings waiting their turn. I grab the first bag, and then remember the mound of paper feed bags in the shed that need to go, too. Ugh. Dang it, that 'possum from two nights ago is rotting in one barrel, older feed bags stuffed in the other. Check the wind, good, and set them ablaze.
Back inside to wash up and refresh the coffee. Ahhhh, I deserve a break, right? I'm still in my jammies. BFD whatever. I'll get to start my day soon enough. I sit down with coffee, and there by my laptop are the receipts from the pharmacy I meant to call them about. While waiting on hold, I open the laptop and scan which bills need to be paid. Oh, but I should check BYC first, right? Of course. Pharmacy answers, fix the problem, and oops, now I gotta go pee. Reminded about the humidifier again and go back to my coffee.
And that's how I ended up watching the last episode of "George and Tammy" at 9:30 on a Tuesday morning while writing a novella on BYC.
We don't 'shop'. We 'buy'.
