Saturday, June 17, 2017

Screeching Halt

All ambitious plans for the day came to an end when I got back from the barn yesterday.  Summer announced its arrival with soaring temperatures and I was right back to the sit-and-sweat routine.  I felt really bad for Patrick later as he bucked ten bales of alfalfa off the flatbed and stacked them in the feed barn.  Sweat just poured off him.

I don't think much will get done today, either.  Sheila was being a stinkpot at bedtime last night and we got into a wrestling match.  In the scuffle, I banged my rib cage on a half-door and I'm pretty sure I cracked something.  Let's just say I'm moving slow today, heat or no heat.

The day before, I thought I'd try out the "delay brew" feature on the coffeemaker that would have my coffee ready when I got up.  Again with that darned 24-hour clock thing.  I failed.  Waking at 4:30 this morning, still drowsy with sleep I thought if I hurried I would only have to push the button a few times to have the coffee ready at 5.  It wasn't until I was going down the hallway that the craziness of that hit me.  Oh well.

That beautiful Asian lily I showed the other's gone.  Robert struck again.  Drat.

1 comment:

Kathryn Williams said...

Oh my gosh so sorry about your ribs. I am just now catching up with the Blog!!