I had eight items to accomplish on my list today. I crossed off two of them. Yeah, just call me a Lazy Lump.
Of course, as so often happens, one little project that wasn't even on the list did take a bit of time. But it's all part of what goes on around here.
We were able to get two of those monster bales of hay (or I should say good swamp grass in this case) to use as bedding for our livestock this winter, plus it should provide me with enough for mulching needs in the garden, under fruit trees, etc. next year.
Both bales were loaded onto our flatbed trailer where we got them, but then we had to figure out how to unload them here. The flatbed does tilt, but we assumed they might tip and roll who-knew-in-what direction and end up who-knew-where.
Papa Pea figured we could put a chain around one and pull it off the trailer with the help of our tractor. (Sounded much better than the thought of the two of us trying to push them off.)
My dear husband knew better than I, because I even wondered if pulling with the chain would work considering they each weighed between 1200 and 1500 pounds.
First the one on the end came off with no trouble at all. Once it was on the ground Tractor Man pushed it into place with the bucket on the tractor, and the second one followed suit quickly. Whew, no problem!
I really shouldn't whine (but I am so feel free to cue the violins) about what I didn't get done this day. For as my husband always says, "It will be there tomorrow," which most of the time makes me want to smack him because I find tomorrow The List not only contains the old undone items from today but also several new items that seem to magically appear the second I look the other way.
I guess all this rambling is to say I apologize to those of you to whom I owe correspondence. I care about you so each morning I vow to make my latte and plunk myself down here at the computer and not leave until I'm. all. caught. up. To heck with the ankle deep litter on the kitchen floor and the coffee table and end table in the living room that are bending under the weight of piles of detritus waiting to be sorted through and put away. Let's not even think about the state of my quilt room as it's the one room in the house that seems to function as a haven for all kinds of stuff that I'm going to deal with . . . ummm, later.
So considering it's not even December 1st, I'm way ahead on that count, right? Right! I shall now quit the grumbling and remember that tomorrow is another day. (Okay, if you say so, Scarlett.)