Long Week (Weak) End

It is a long week-end and we had plans which included a lot of accomplishments in the marathon restoration of this wonderful old (never-ending project, money sucking, Advil induced, why are we out of gin) home.  We are currently two days into the 4 day weekend and we’ve accomplished almost nothing on the list.  Life and the animals keep rewriting the list and we cannot keep up.  The list was ‘simple’, I was going to paint the downstairs bathroom and My Loving Spouse was going to work on the Attic Bath after moving the horses behind the house to graze down the long grass.

The Glory Farm shuffle is in full swing with one step forward and two steps back.  Just as we were putting the finishing touches on fence to move the horses, Beau my gelding, broke out of the corral.  Bursting through a wooden rail, we do not know what spooked him, but we were both impressed at the speed this city gal in boots ran to shut the second gate.  (Note to the list: fix the corral).

With the horses moved, I started in on emptying the bathroom and working on the prep for painting.  The simple ‘paint the bathroom job’ has gotten bigger as the prep of old (really old) paint was not as easy as it looked.  (Note to My Loving Spouse’s list: help wife with painting prep)

As we called ‘it’ a day and adjusted the list while enjoying a drink (thankfully My Loving Spouse had been to the store for the necessities of life…dog food, pig food and gin), the dogs got out.  The dog yard gate was firmly latched and it was too dark to see how they’d done it.  We were disheartened, which is a nice way of saying we were pooped, tired, overwhelmed and discouraged, especially My Loving Spouse because most of these things make his list longer as he is the knowledgeable, handy one.  We spent the rest of the evening reviewing our options, agonizing over how to keep the dogs in and feeling discouraged.

Morning is a good thing.  It brings a fresh perspective, to say nothing of a hot cup of coffee.  As Sunday is the day I leap (all definitions of leaping are made by the ‘leaper’) out of bed to bring My Loving Spouse coffee in bed, I was also the one to feed the dogs and sneak out side to see how they were getting out of their yard.  Gratefully, it was a picket down, yee-haw and hallelujah!  This was a job on the list I could handle, which was why at 7:00 am this morning I was outside in my pink bathrobe and boots repairing pickets….not a look just anyone can pull off, but I’m pretty sure I nailed!