This has turned out to be a busy week with a couple/few non-usual things going on. It's left Papa Pea and me huffing and puffing and so tired at the end of the day yesterday that we both looked like something the cat dragged in . . . something that hadn't had enough sleep in several nights.
Determined to get some good rest last night, I think we were in bed (and very quickly asleep) by 9:30. Neither of us stirred until nature called me at 6:15 this morning. I really, truly did give serious thought to staying up . . . but didn't. Next thing we knew, it was 8:20. Whoa! That's a late get-up-and-get-crackin' time for us.
We were talking with our daughter last night and she asked how a certain undertaking with which we've been dealing for about three (long) weeks now was progressing. Well, we explained, we've come down to the wire of wrapping things up, anticipating a good outcome and looking forward to heaving a big sigh and putting a done-deal stamp on the project. What did we learn early this week? The fella-in-charge, with whom we've been working, abruptly left the company and is, as we speak, moving halfway across the country to a new job. Taking in this latest development with her mouth hanging slightly open, Chicken Mama said, "These weird glitches happen to you two more often than anyone else I know." (All is not bad though. Our fella-in-charge assures us he left his old company on good terms and will be finishing up all of his work in progress there. Our fingers are crossed. Tightly.)
I still have my Easter decorations out. Would be a good idea to get them put away today and some spring-like items set around to encourage blooms and blossoms outside (I wonder if that would actually help?) to compete with the mud we'll be facing for a while longer. Yeah, new decorations would be a good idea. (Agnes? Oh, AG-nes? [She's my fantasy maid.] Would you get right on that, please?)
Our snow continues to melt and I can see more of the garden area and surrounding bare ground every day. No, not a pretty time of year here. Very lacking in color unless, of course, you have a special thing for mud brown. I don't.
Also a lot of gray, heaviness in the out-of-doors atmosphere today. Because I have an unexpected day at home (another little change in plans . . . have I mentioned I don't like surprises or changes?), I'm thinking I should grind some flour and fill the house with the aroma of baking bread.
I'll do that just as soon as I talk with Agnes and get her started on her list for the day.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
10 hours ago