For many years I have often found myself pausing to ponder why so much happens around me all at once. Usually people get hit with one or maybe two things at a time. Heck, I am usually a-swirl with a good three to five on a slow day.
Right now there is a rather large amount of excavation and logging going on outside my office window. The Super Shop is going in, and I must say, it's aptly named. Apparently, we are also getting a super sled hill and little pond too, as they had to do something with the thousands of yards of material that they have to move in order to square the site away for the massive edifice to mechanical and constructive activities.
The crew for the shop arrived yesterday, and it's a good thing I am feeling a bit better because every time I turned around someone was talking to me. Everything from water shut off valve locations, to water hose procuring, to random questions and inquiries, to meetings of the minds, it all happened all day long.
Well, except for the end of the day. The ranch owner asked me if I wanted to go for a quick stroll with the dogs. I'm always up for a meander, but I also am recovering still, and after all the hoopla, I was a bit fatigued. Yep, an equivalent to a Montana Vietnam jungle walk later, I returned to the house, my legs saturated to the tops of my thighs, my hair resembling a clown in the East Texas humidity, and with the knowledge that my corg is a murderer. That's right, my cute little fox dog executed a little ground squirrel in the most efficient manner I had ever seen. What a walk that was! I saw everything from a plethora of wildflowers to a freshly snapped off deer leg.
Nature truly is metal.
I did get a smile out of seeing all the crew gape at my hobbit form striding back into camp with my shotgun slung over my shoulder and looking like Rambo's little sister. Was fun.
This morning I needed to do some chorin' in the house catchup, as the endless rain we have been having has left us with no small amount of endless mud. (The gigantic equipment has added to this sloppy effect). As I was sweeping the dried mud off the backdoor rug I got surprised by an unexpected visitor, the lucky house toad!
I suspect Jojo with regard to his arrival in my kitchen. She's ridiculous.
After cleaning, I needed to feed Buford, my sourdough starter, and decided to make the hubs a big old sourdough discard strudel-topped blueberry bread loaf.
Yes, it was rather tasty. He and the ranch owners just ate half of it, still warm from the oven. I am not sad about this development, I mean, enjoyment was my motivation for making it. Plus, I got to deploy the sparkle sugar!
For the past hour I have been doing office work, but my window is full of a rather novel view, giant track hoes removing trees from the Earth like Orcs in the LOTR movies, an articulating dump truck keeps rumbling by my window, full of tree offal. I am sad about the trees, I love them so. Many of them are jack pines, at the end of their lifespan and on their way out of this existence, but the larch that are getting taken out are trees I loved and their removal is a bit painful on the ol soul.
So is life though.
And now, now I am going to go do some more computer work that I need to get caught up on, although I think I may take a page out of the Corg's book, and slump somewhere comfy cozy here in a bit...
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's somewhat all over the place as of late iPhone.
