Monday Diary: Thanks in the Mix (490-536)
Vacillating– between a drive toward routine and order and keeping food and clothes running for the family, a sense of out-of-the-ordinary fatigue. Yet, a hope from “keeping on” that energizes — “the thriving through” it.
Just returned to the middle school to make sure Boy Wonder got enough breakfast after rushing him out the door–hope his first day back post-flu is a good one.
Glad to be a Mom. Drained by being a Mom. Thus is the world of Motherhood.
Supper’s in the crock, laundry is going, bed is made, kitchen and dining room and my desk are ordered and clean…been to the grocery (all put away), got the van through the wash (still filthy, but better than it was).
Glad I spent some time on “order” last week, though I was getting cranky as all get-out with the family feeling half -sick myself. Order propels me forward today. Much laundry to do, many piles yet to go. I must start with folding whites, not a good place for me to be, given my extreme dislike of folding whites.
Enjoying going through my “book baskets”. Picking out books to get the meat from, quotes to write down and share–should be fun.
This weekend, the daughter’s academic team won over-all regionals. So proud! Fun to be part through a season of sickness and weather and all sorts of obstacles.
Also, more limb cleanup:
So glad to have 10 minutes of battery left on my camera for the day!
Simple things. Things noted. Captured. Enjoyed.
Things I’ve always wanted to explore, but not on my own. Old buildings. Cars.
Flash wanted to come out to the farm close to dusk. He opened the gates for the first time so I could pass without letting out the cattle! Then, he closed the gate for me. A huge help when you are the one having to get in and out and drive through. We explored. He was so funny…probably his first time roaming in the deep woods.
I asked why we had to have fences before the yucky ravines…what cow would want to go there?
They said she often acts funny when calving and wants to get to an isolated spot…it would be dangerous for her to not protect her from falls.
So, we repaired acres of fencing.
Me? I had the all important job of moving the 4- wheeler with supplies and holding barbed wire taught so that it could be tightened.
Aunt Jo helped clear the path before I got there so that the fence could be repaired…there were a lot of fallen branches! They worked most the day on that hard job.
Was great to get out, away from people, and just enjoy the quiet of hammers pounding, dogs barking, cows moo-ing, and children exploring. The best time I’ve had in a long time. There’s just something cleansing about farming the land. I hope my boys come to know the joy in it that helped make their Dad and Uncle the strong men that they are.
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