Tomorrow I go to get my tonsils out. Yes– I’m too old. Yes– I know that it is rougher on old people. Yes– We have a lot going on in the next two months. Yes– I’m going have to tough it out. Laughing…. Yes– I’ve had all those questions asked of me. The Big Guy and I had decided that the best option would be to wait until about the first part of November because we really do have a lot going on in the next couple of months with preconditioning calves, lots of sorting, shipping calves, pregnancy checking cows, volleyball games, hauling hay, hauling cows home… The list goes on and on. Plus he is pretty sure we are already about two months behind. The doc says no go.
Crazy enough, I don’t have sore throats, nor am I ever sick. However, after my physical this spring where I was told that they sure hoped I never had to be intubated because there was no room in my throat at all, and then my ear episode a couple of weeks ago coupled with my allergies, I was sent to an ears/nose/throat specialist. He, too, is worried about the extreme lack of space in my throat, understands why I snore like a sailor, and had surgery scheduled one week from my visit. Hmmm. Think he is serious about things.
So today finds me trying to ready my house and freezer for me to be under the weather for a few days. To add to the commotion, the cement crew is showing up tomorrow to pour a big slab out our walk-out basement door, extend our retaining walls, and increase the height on one retaining wall, in addition to replacing some sidewalks at my in-laws. This means a crew to feed and water — along with people coming and going all day. They need meals, snacks, drinks — and I will be in surgery. Thank heavens for a crock pot!!
I also have been cleaning on the Wild Child’s room and “sharing the wealth.” I asked her to please go through her things and see if there was anything she thought she could live without and give to another little girl to enjoy and play with. She found this ONE baby. This made me laugh, really laugh. The goof has probably 18 babies and a toy box full of stuff, but she comes out with one baby. It is a start!
However, I found a tote full. She doesn’t know that the tote is also filled with some of her stuff to share.
I did get out and about this morning checking water so got to see some of the beauty that surrounds me.
The trees are already starting to change colors. Seems way to early to me.
Calves are looking fat and sassy.
Then there is laundry. I want ZERO laundry when I leave in the morning. I hate the never-ending sock eating dryer.
Until next time– JARW
We have had a few mornings and evenings that have started to feel like fall. While I love fall, I’m not quite ready for summer to be over. In our house, though, the fifth season has begun. Yep, five! We have spring, summer, fall, winter, and high school sports season which for us runs for about nine months.
The first high school football game of the season was last Friday. Our football team has a long history of very successful seasons. We are also the defending state champion team so there are lots of high expectations, as usual. Their first game, while good watching, did not end in our favor. Now time to pick up their chins and get ready for next Friday. They will be successful— no matter what happens on the scoreboard!
Our daughter also had her first volleyball match this weekend. It was a fun match to watch, especially since the opposing team was coached by a former outstanding high school athlete that also graduated from our school. We won, but only after a hard-fought battle. We are looking forward to a fun, successful season.
Our family all enjoy sports. The Wild Child loves supporting her siblings and her cousins– and her extensive list of high school friends (a product of both being from a small town and also having high school siblings).
We spent our Sunday of the Labor Day weekend preparing for another archery antelope hunter. My sister-in-law traveled to pick him up from the airport and got him settled, while we moved a blind and got it set up after scoping out the best spot.
We also had to fix a little fence while being watched by these bucks. There is a third one that just ducked out of the picture.
Blind is up and ready for a potential hunter. He has several to pick from so don’t know if this one will get used this week or not.
Our non-napper zonked out on us while we were putting up the blind. She must have really been wore out as that never happens.
Hope your Labor Day weekend was a success and not spent entirely laboring!
Until next time– JARW