I rolled out of bed at around 9:00 this morning. Faith slept with me last night because she had a nightmare the night before and didn’t want to be in her own bed. Perhaps she transferred the dreams to me because it was a long night of bad dreams so I slept in a bit today.
But now the sun is shining in a bright blue sky. Hayden is headed outside to tackle this:
This is the down side of having a six-story tall cottonwood in the backyard. The millions of leaves on the ground each fall that must be dealt with is daunting. We figured out years ago that pulling out the lawn mower and sucking them up is the most efficient method. Hayden will have to empty the bag a good 20 times or so but it still beats raking.
As soon as I got up this morning I threw two chickens into a pot of water to make several (I’m hoping for at least five) batches of chicken soup. I’m sitting at the kitchen table to write so that I can jump up every now and then to skim the foam off the top of the pot. It’s gross but oddly satisfying.
After reading all of the stories left in the comments section about mouse horrors, I’m feeling much better about the mouse problem here. Seriously - I can not believe that some of you are not in long term counseling over what you’ve been through with mice. I think there’s a horror movie waiting to be made there.
Does anyone else remember the episode of Little House On The Prairie when they had the rat infestation? And they opened the door to a storage shed and the pile of grain sacks was teeming with rats? I’ve never gotten over that visual. Family programming in the 70’s was weird. Image source
The number of mice we are catching per day has slowed. Only one got trapped over night. It’s in the garage waiting to be removed. According to Hayden it’s a gory scene with “pools of blood” (Pools? Really? How much can really be in one little mouse? I don’t know, but I’m not about to go look to find out.) so he’s going to take care of it just before he showers.
That means I need to head for the shower soon if I want any hot water. I have a rather fantastic case of bed head going on this morning. I got my hair cut yesterday. When I sat down in the chair I explained my new situation to her and asked if perhaps I needed something new and sassy done with my hair to help me feel cute and boost my self confidence a bit. I was worried she was going to say something like, “Yes! I’ve been waiting for you to ask! Let’s do this … ” But instead we discussed it a bit and both decided that we really like my hair the way it is so she just trimmed it and shaped it a bit. It’s only a little bit shorter but somehow that makes it vulnerable to bed head. Or maybe it was the bad dreams. I don’t know.
That’s what’s going on here the last Sunday in October. What are you all doing?