Never a Dull Moment

I am sitting here, waiting for Husband to come home from a First Responder page - we were about to head to bed, but duty calls! And so I await his return, and think over the day's happenings. It seems to have been a very full day - the sort of day that makes one quite ready for bed with a delicious sense of accomplishment.

I schooled the vet's children this morning and finished early. Husband had the day off and spent the morning enjoying that luxury. Then I came back home and things started happening: the clouds from this windy, wet weather rolled away and the sun shone bright and warm - it was perfect for working outside! Husband got an itch to mow the lawn, and I heard the mower and thought today would be a good day to pick up fallen sticks and pine cones (as I've been meaning to do for months now.) So I pulled out my maternity overalls (yeah!!) and my rubber boots and some sunglasses, and got to it.

Now, I always hated that particular chore as a child, and thought that if ever I owned my own property and picked up its sticks I'd like the task more. Huh. Funny how some things never change. Being six months pregnant doesn't make it any easier... so perhaps I would like it more if I owned my own land AND wasn't pregnant. But I wouldn't wish away my baby girl for anything(!) - yet the sticks wouldn't put themselves into the burn pile. :P So I bent and huffed and puffed and scoured the ground for any offensive organic materials and four buckets later, the yard looks decent. Except that you really can't tell - because after Husband finished mowing, he spread seed and straw all over my lovely, stickless patch of dirt to encourage something green to grow there. I'm betting on the crabgrass....

Husband was on a rampage today in is effort to get things done - I didn't know until the very end of today that he actually had a mental list of everything he wished to do before dark - to me it looked like he had several "wild hares" as I have come to learn. A "wild hare" means an impulsive, perhaps crazy pursuit. Husband is so determined and steady that it almost makes me laugh when he seems to be impulsive.

I was cutting up some fixings for hamburgers this evening when he calls from the porch, "Wife, can you get out your biggest pot and boil me some water?" I would love to say that I immediately complied and, like a good little wife, asked no questions until a more convenient time - but no. I was fully ready to do exactly as asked, but I was so very curious! And he said he was going to need it because he wanted to butcher one of BJ's fattening roosters. No mention had been previously made of butchering chickens today! But that is Husband. He gets an idea and if it seems doable, it is done. So I boiled the water, thanking the Lord for my wonderful, manly man who can so easily and willingly butcher meat for his family!

Speaking of whom - here he is now! Time for sleep and rest!