I hate starting a post with apologies for not being on here as faithfully as I would like to be; but gosh darn it ... I'm sorry I've been unable to post. I've just been so dog gone busy with stuff - a lot of which I don't think should be my problem to tend with; but what will be will be.
Some things going on ~
Our eighteen year old granddaughter moved in with us late August, a lot of adjusting still seems to be in order, Sam smashed his fingers in the wood splitter yesterday, he'll heal, granddaughter started bartending a few weeks back at a not so reputable establishment, not liking that, granddaughter quit bartending, found a better job at St. Croix Rods painting fish poles, happy about that, went to Dorchester to pick up the pig we had butchered, rendering down lard, Slim is packing up for his trapping expedition which starts tomorrow, I'm feeling short tempered and stressed,
|crocheted tee shirt rag rug ~ in progress|
I'm cutting up old tee shirts into strips and crocheting them into a rag rug, don't care what colors they are, it's going in the Taj Mel Hall, my hunting shack, I have a batch of venison jerky going in the dehydrator,
need to make up some cookies for Slim to take along trapping, granddaughter and her friend were in a roll over accident last week when it was raining so hard, totaled the truck, she fell out the window during the roll over, she's okay, healing from a compression fracture in her back, swollen ankle and heel, lacerations on her hand, she's off work until doctor releases her for work, friends stopping in all hours of the day and night to see her, Grandpa Slim is short tempered from lack of sleep, he still hasn't adjusted to having her live here, seems like he's taking the brunt of his frustrations out on me, but we'll persevere and get through this, I'm not running a restaurant here, lost my cool today and fed the fried potatoes and fish and a hot dish to the dog, dog was happy, rest of the bunch not as happy as the dog, they can go to a restaurant to eat today, I fell down the seven deck steps three days ago, bruised up my back, moving slower; but I'm fine, bough cutting is over with, other granddaughters and daughter stopped in today, gave second grandlove a hair trim that she asked for, apparently I cut off too much, it's too short, she wasn't happy, her sister takes the scissors and cuts off an eighth of an inch more, all is fine, I can't please anyone today, the federal chickens are in the yard again,
Wowsers ~ talk about a run on sentence!
So how's your world treating you :)
Ever have one of those days?
Until next time...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.