My north barn door, to go out and open the chicken run door, is stuck. I instead, let the ladies and gent out to free range vs. play in the run. It was either that or hiking over the fencing to let them in and out for the day.
Praying of course the fox and hawk were busy elsewhere. The sun was shining wonderfully, but the wind kept the chill in the air. I got about 3 minutes of porch time, with Hubby, but it was a cold 3 minutes. It was nice to get my time outside though.
It was to be in the 60's today, but as I kept checking the weather, I hauled my cart to the barn and loaded up the firewood. I am happy to say, all electric heat is off and the fire is keeping the chill out of the house now.
Thank goodness for Mother Nature to help lower my electric bill. We have the highest electric in the county. I think people need to gather and fight against their prices. I really do. I think they are robbing people who do not have gas or propane to heat with (it's the way the house was built, and we just haven't had the extra cash to change that. . . some day, some day...).
I used my last comfrey poultice I had in the freezer. I'll be whipping up several today, using dried comfrey. I took a spill yesterday and I now have a bruise and a bit of pain.
For once (and that's not the case this morning, sigh...), one of the girls actually listened to me, and did some dishes. However, she loaded the dishwasher and slopped water all over the floor. I didn't see it.
In my zip-zap motion, moving about and getting chores done, I slipped in the water (wearing slippers, no pun intended), and down I went. My right arm caught a wooden kitchen chair, slamming the side upper post into my under arm. Down I went with the chair. The most pain is now just below my underarm where it is bruised. My elbow, wrist, and one knee are sore, but the most pain is under the arm.
Today the weather man was right and wrong. It is raining, but it will only get up to the low 50's (not 60's). I'm so glad I restocked the wood. It's not fun to haul it in the rain and mud.
Mondays are truly "bad" days for Hubby. I try not to think about bad things that haven't happened, but he dreads going to work on Monday, and I dread his mood when he arrives home. So. I made one of his favorite meals - homemade sloppy joes and sweet potato fries. It was good. Mm. In the process, I realized how much I appreciate my garden.
I cut into two sweet potatoes to find them rotten. In all the sweet potatoes I grew, and stored in my bin inside over winter, I only lost one very small one. All of them were stayed fresh. I really miss fresh sweet potatoes, and everything else that comes with it.