Sorry for not being around lately...
I'm up to my eyeballs in self-imposed back-breaking work so when I finally have a few moments to hop on the 'net at the end of a long day spent outside with all legions of critters, I'm just too pooped to do anything but post the basic Facebook blurb... I'm so behind on all your blogs that I'm too discouraged to even start trying to catch up :-/
I guess the best way to deal with this right now is to hop into a hot bubble bath, read a few chapters of my super cool book and fall into bed early for once. A few nights of bad sleep leaves one feeling quite flat after a while, I wish my brain would just shut off already!
The 5am sun lighting up our bedroom like a cheap disco isn't helping, either.
We need to get new curtains.
And a bedroom set, these mattresses on the floor just suck ass.
Why I'm so wrecked: today was spent painting the old ice fishing shack that's being converted into a mini-coop for the babies this summer. Normally this would be easy, but when you need to cover the new inside flooring with latex paint, clean up everything, then paint the old chipped and flaking outside with oil paint - now that's shitty.
Every time the roller would cover something, big chips of dried-out wall material would peel off and stick to the roller so I had to pick stuff out all the time, wearing too-big latex gloves that flopped around and got stuck on everything.
I know, next time read the label and get Size Small - meh!
Then I had to stand on a wobbly ladder for the top cuz it's a tall structure.
And tie back tree branches that kept slapping me in the face.
And use a hand brush for the tricky bits, up and down the ladder, fighting the wind that was flicking gobs of oil paint onto my face and into my freshly-done hair.
Finally, all was said and done. Gott sei dank.
I had to wash my face and my hair with turpentine, using an old sock. My rubber boots are ruined, my sweatshirt went in the trash, as did the paint roller and the brush - screw that.
Go on, laugh, cuz it's sooooo funny.
For some bizarre reason paint thinner attracts mosquitoes like cops to free donuts. I got bitten on my nose, for fuck's sake - Vegas came in from work, pointed and asked "What the heck happened to your face?" "Got attacked while weeding the flower bed".
No rest for the wicked.
Tomorrow is another day, I hope to get the inside of the new coop outfitted and ready to go, while Vegas pounds stakes to build out the attached run. I didn't buy enough chicken wire so I'll have to make a trip to the store, of course...
Then another day after that to set up the run, patch the holes, cover with bird netting, fit the coop with a pop door and ladder, fix the main door latch and add hardware cloth so the window can be opened for fresh air - and the list goes on.
I'm hoping to move the babies to their new space by Sunday, fingers and toes crossed! This will save our gardens from being trampled by free-ranging teenagers and free up some much-needed space in the garage (which needs a good shop-vac session and a shitload of dusting).
Of course you get to see "before and after" pics, hang tight!
It's strange... Now that we've decided to stay here for a while, now that our life isn't in limbo anymore: I want to do everything at once, stuff my face into the pie to see how big of a bite I can get in - know what I mean?
I know I can only live one day at a time and I'm enjoying each moment immensely, don't get me wrong.
However, some projects are moving soooo slooowly, preventing me from doing other (more fun) stuff - it gets a bit frustrating. There are projects that have been on hold since last autumn due to mitigating circumstances, my goodness it'll feel good to finally get those things done. I want to look at my work and breathe a sigh of contentment.
Ah well, it'll eventually happen.
Bath time now - g'nite peeps!
/end of I Talk Too Much post/