There's just not a lot to say about a day spent catching up on household chores. Perhaps if I found the work more interesting, I could find more interesting words to describe the work. Tending goats is repetitive, yes, but the girls have different personalities so there is that appeal daily. Bessie Anne and I have our set routines, but they always make her so happy and I find that rewarding. The scenery outside the house is constantly changing and I prefer to be out there where it's happening. I really, really wanted to be in the sunshine tootling around on John Dear yesterday, but took the ascetic's viewpoint on self-denial and dusted, vacuumed, did laundry, and dry-mopped and tried to derive some satisfaction from that. Partial success is better than none. My real reward came from the baked pork chop and roasted carrots and parsnips for dinner. I'd almost forgotten how good parsnips are.
My telephone landline went funky last weekend, and the repairman is due today. Since our electricity is erratic, especially in winter, the landline becomes my lifeline if I can't charge my cell phone. That being said, it has been a blessing not to receive those constant, dadratted, annoying robocalls from politicians this close to the elections. Where did they get the idea that listening to a recorded voice would sway my opinion? Way back in the day, I remember one candidate who walked the neighborhoods, knocking on doors and talking face-to-face about issues. I voted for him then and, believe it or not, he's still active in the California legislature. He had the personal touch.
I may have sealed my own fate this year by making an executive decision and putting out the word to the Kids that we will have Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving and will celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve day, period, end of story. That means I've got to get my act in gear and be ready for all comers. I'm thinking of putting the Christmas tree up now. Or not.
What can I say?