I am starting to dread weekends. I write out the to-do list, and my husband completely changes it. I literally had to wait for 5 hours for him to return from helping cut pine for grave blankets. He admitted his help wasn't needed, and he mostly did visiting. I was not happy.
Anyway, he did get a few small must do jobs done at the house, but the list remains and I'm starting to add to it.
Sunday morning there was no sleeping in for us. At 7:30am a dump truck and back hoe pulled in to do repairs on the driveway. While the boys were here they went out to the "back 40" and hauled some trees up to split (that had fallen down over the summer).
While he installed a new pull string on the splitter, I knocked nails out of old barn wood to cut for kindling. Later in the day I went out for kindling and saw 3 hawks circling. I had good timing with that and locked up the chickens.
We split enough wood for about a week, before we quit for the day. We had to stop, as Daughter E came out and my husband did an oil change on her car for her, then put new rungs on the chicken ramp for me. I was thrilled to cross off some of the honey-do list finally.
Mom is out of the hospital. The recliner we ordered for her back in August is finally in transit, however may not arrive until as late as February. Although she is back to getting meals on wheels, she is insisting one of us take her grocery shopping (again). Covid is ramped in the area, so I suggested she just make a list.
The weather . . .
48°/21°F, Chance of a morning shower. Decreasing cloudiness and windy. Morning high of 48F with temps falling to near freezing. Winds W at 25 to 35 mph.
It rained late afternoon yesterday, and we got lots of it.
How I am feeling this morning . . .
Well, the both of us are feeling hard work in our muscles, from the work we did on Sunday.