At an absolute minimum I like to blog at least every other day. Yes, sometimes life gets in the way and I don't adhere to my posting ambitions, but I have to say I am getting better at not being so hard on myself when such things occur.
That said, this week has been a bit of a challenge.
Because of course I would get a concussion right when I need to have all my faculties engaged. Ugh.
Saturday night when I was over at our friends house for game night, I was attacked by a corner shelf and a glass fish bowl half filled with dice fell off the shelf as I walked by and cracked me on the back of the head as I bent over to put my purse down.
I don't know what possessed the shelf to fall over as I walked by. I never even touched it. You know, I think it was an expression of ancient animosity all things made of wood probably have towards my family. You know, because my dad, uncle, grandpa, etc., were all timber fallers.
Anyway. I've taken a few hits to the noggin in my life time, but this one has knocked me a bit off my axis. It's probably because I am middle aged now that I'm noticing it more.
But truly, of all weeks, I did not need a four day headache during this one let me tell you.
On Tuesday I had to attend our local library trustees board meeting to see first hand what sort of nightmare all my former co-workers (and dear friends and community members) have been living through. The Neo-puritan crusaders were out in force and I left that four hour meeting with more of a headache but for completely different reasons. (There will be a more in-depth post on this topic later).
Yesterday, while only 47 degrees and windy out, still was the day I had to get the garden beds all laid out, the pea bed prepped, the landscape fabric installed, and the pathways lined with old plant matter. Needless to say I crushed a ton of farm labor yesterday while the hubs graded the road.
Usually I enjoy all manner of things, but while your brain is throbbing in the throes of healing, well, let's just say it made it all a bit more of a challenge.
But, instead of moping or whining about it (Okay, I whined a little bit), I just focused my energy elsewhere and got cracking. Which brings me to today. I now get to go out and plant several row feet of potatoes, peas, carrots, kale, lettuce, and pak choi. Because it has to go in, because it's going to blast into the 60's and 70's next week, because North Idaho likes to do season change like a person who only slams on brakes. Sigh.
On a positive note, either I am getting used to the vice crushing brain pain or it's starting to abate slightly. Being a bit of an optimist, I am going to go with the latter choice. I am pretty sure I am starting to get better, which is nice, because dangit, I got farming, birthday parties, track meets, benefit dinners, and other things to do!
And on that note, I will be back soon with actual posts of depth about our local (and national) library crisis, homesteading scenes, and most likely a couple blog posts about some of the mischief that I know I will be getting myself into this weekend. I hope you all have a magnificent and brain injury free weekend馃槉
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's protected from being concussed by a military grade case or at least that's what the description said iPhone.