Sunday Night

It’s Sunday night, and I’m in bed in the dark, laptop propped up by my knees.  The window is open, and I can hear the spring peepers chirping out their song in the warm night air (it’s still 60 degrees).  From downstairs, I just heard Maisy growl at . . . ??? . . . something that went bump in the night.  Tucker has WAY better hearing than she, though, so if he didn’t hear anything worrisome, it’s not an issue.  She’s been “off” all day though, anyway – driving me just a leetle bit batty!  But, after all, she is the neurotic one in the family.

I worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday this past week, and yesterday was the open house for this new business I’m (assistant) managing.  We held a pie social from 10:00 – 2:00, and for 95% of the time, it was just me out there, slingin’ slices o’ pie and hot coffee.  The boss lady was short-staffed due to it being prom, so she couldn’t leave the clothing shop. 

I’d forgotten how exhausting that exhaustion feels.  ;)  I felt like I was back in the days of the family-owned restaurant after a super busy summer day.  Last night, even tho I was so tired that I couldn’t think straight, I didn’t sleep well.  TOO tired, I guess, and probably not enough wind-down time.  Hmph.  Murphy’s Law strikes again.

The Partridge Rock chicks that were hatched around April 5^th got to explore outside of their brooder for the first time today!  They’re 6 weeks old now and big enough that I’m not too terribly worried about them getting picked on by the big, bossy geese.  Besides, that Cuckoo Maran mama is still being every inch such a fantastic mother that I suspect that anyone who dared hassle one of her babies would have a helluva fight on their hands!  I am a little worried about the wily ravens, though.  Each spring, they and I battle to get to the goose and duck eggs (because they are oftentimes laid outside) first.  And, when we lived at Hastings-on-the-Lake, I did have problems with them killing a few of my pullets when they were much larger than these chicks.  But, I had to cut the apron strings at some point, so only time will tell how many of these babies I lose to predation or other dangers.  (And, yes, I kept forgetting my camera each time I went out today to check on them . . . duhhh!)

I got the lawn mower gassed up and started for the first time today.  I HATE sweating, so lawn mowing is not a favorite pastime . . . even tho freshly cut grass is one of my favorite smells AND I love seeing the progress that a sharp lawn mower blade makes.  And, of course, today was the warmest one so far this year.  Anyway, I attacked it in a couple of different spurts, and that helped.  And, it’s always more time-consuming, too, when I bag the clippings and haul them to the chickens . . . something I hate messing with, but I love the happiness and benefits that it brings to the poultry and so I do it . . . even though that tips the scales towards making lawn mowing even a little more bothersome.  (And to think that I had a lawn care business for about 30 seconds back in my early 20s!  Hahahahahahahahahahaha!  Although, my business name WAS great:  Mother Earth’s Daughter.)

Rather than it being an annoyance, I was looking forward to my new, self-imposed bedtime tonight!  I think, I hope this is going to work out well.  I NEED the sleep and it’s just so nice to have a concrete END to the day’s work.  So, off I go to dreamland.  I’ll post this tomorrow (Monday) morning when I can hook up to the Ethernet cable in the kitchen* . . . while eating the zucchini bread that I can still smell, it having come fresh out of the oven only within the last hour.

*  I guess I forgot to mention, didn’t I, one of the reasons I haven’t been blogging much lately (the other is the simple lack of time)?  The wireless modem on my laptop died.  So, no writing and blog posting in the sunroom, in the library, or here in bed . . . my three most favorite places to do so.  In time, that will get fixed, tho, too.  G’night.  10:48 PM / 16 May 2010