So, let me introduce our kippen (chickens) to followers.
Hello my dear blog readers. I and still here. My Hubby is still here. We are still healthy. I owe you many blogs but I am not sure that it will get accomplished due to the mass quantity of work work that must be accomplished each day and there just isn’t enough hours to complete all the tasks.
The chickens came on Friday. We love them! They have names. Another blog…
In the process we had to build a new shed. The “we” is a collective term meaning the Hubby built the shed and I helped by staying out of the way and offering no comments. Even the shed being a bit crooked didn’t receive comment from me. I was trying to keep things as peaceful during this time of chaos as possible.
At one point in the construction it looked like we could soon have a horse or a cow lodging in our back garden but when he finished we realized it was just perfect for all the things we need to store.
Soon I found that it could have another useful purpose.
Yup… it doesn’t get any better than this! Environmental friendly and some private time away from the home office chaos of Hubby pushing airplanes around. Ahhhh… peaceful… until… he found me!
So there you have it! It has gotten that bad here where I have to revert to old school farm outhouse jokes to make us laugh.
Take care everyone. Stay healthy and hug the closest loved one and say “hello” to one stranger today. Kindness goes a long way in these situations.
I have written hundreds of blogs in the last two weeks. Have you seen them? The answer is “no”! Sadly those blogs maybe lost in history and time due to fast pace of events unfolding each and every day.
But, we are still healthy, food is available in the stores.
The Hubby has now finally relocated from his office at the airport to the office at the house which means I have less space to do my thing. As most of you are also enjoying all the quality time together with your significant others I am sure you all feel like “ why haven’t we done this before.”
Let’s face it. The Hubby can now help me in all those tasks he only accomplishes when I am traveling alone in the US. He has to follow the strict towel folding rules. Accomplish the “Honey do list” that recently has gotten totally out of control with the new situation facing the world.
Our, yes…I said “our” office now looks like a operational war room with lists, dates, tasks to be accomplished, tasks already accomplished and more equipment than I ever use for writing. I guess this airplane business is serious stuff.
In other news we have been preparing for our chickens which arrive tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear their clucking in the back garden. Thanks to my readers and family for providing name requests. They will be revealed next blog.
Also, my tulips are in full bloom. That along with the beautiful weather has made our “home” time like a vacation resort. Maybe the Hubby thinks differently as he has been doing the heavy work. Hummm… another blog, maybe.
So, don’t fear readers/followers we are still here and keep moving forward with each passing day.
Stay safe, healthy, and humble.
For now the file needs to be emptied from the Georgia Mission Impossible trip.
Failure is not something I make part of my life. When road blocks of failure present themselves to me I just find another way. Sometimes that is pushing my way through by brut force and sometimes it is just by looking at things from a different angle. This hike to Springer Mountain, the terminus of the AT trail, had already shown me, I was not mentally or physically ready for a 15 mile strenuous hike in cold weather. My plan now was to visit the park visitor center and then head back to my cabin in Cartersville with my head hung in defeat.
Sometimes, the universe has other plans for me.
As I started day two of my Great River Road trip I woke to a mist and the sun peaking over the horizon. I put on my coffee and started the repacking of the car.
I started on 14 Sept on this trip and as I had every intention of keeping a daily log of my trip that soon went right out the window. Below is the first attempt to write.