I definitely have problems with time management. And although we now joke that due to constant power outages, we have learned to plan our time perfectly, this does not help me much. And it's not all about electricity. I don't have any problem with this…
Sometimes my life resembles that of a bipolar patient. The only difference is that it's not me who is sick, but the very style of my life.I don't know why this happens this way but it’s so.
I can live for quite long periods when my days are filled with nothing but everyday routine. One day is replaced by absolutely the same twin day. This can be quite tedious.
But here comes THIS! The day when everything hits me at once. There is some problem in the city and I have to go there, feed suppliers call, volunteers call, the delivery service remembers my existence and - icing on the cake - my editor calls to ask if I can turn in another article by the end of this week.
And this is where the crazy stuff starts. I put the first dog that came across in the car and we go for grain, hay and straw. The event is not too exciting, but fortunately not too frequent - about once a quarter. But there is a nice bonus: we definitely stop by the gas station, I take coffee and a croissant for myself and a sausage for the dog. This time Biscuit Seal was my companion so it was a sausage for her.
Donut
When I return home, I find several problems at once. First, the conflict between Joy and Donut continues to escalate. As I wrote about two weeks ago, the dogs decided to change the hierarchy in the pack and appointed Donut as an outsider. That happens. This is unpleasant and the situation requires control, otherwise everything may end badly. I moved Donut along with Chocolate to a room on the second floor. Gradually, the dogs calmed down, but, as it turned out, not all of them. Today, when I tried to release the Donut into the yard, Joy immediately attacked her.
I was terribly upset and angry. It must be said that Joy has a rather vile nature and will never miss an opportunity to offend the weaker. It doesn't change how I feel about her, I love all my dogs, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let her act like this! I closed Joy in the room to let Donut take a walk. After all, she, too, cannot sit in the house all day just because Joy wants to assert itself at her expense!
From left to the right: Tsilya, Joy, Donut, Baks
While I dealt with the dogs and had an educational conversation with Joy, the jackdaw Galya decided to take a bath. At the same time, she did not care much about the clean floor in the room. She splashed and, judging by the amount of water poured onto the floor, she swam in a bowl with a butterfly! Well... I didn't plan cleaning today, but it was planned for me!
Meanwhile, the dogs decided to keep up with the general "fun". Baks climbed onto the table where I had folded clean linen, turned over and scattered everything, and lay down on top himself! What a great idea! My unfortunate washing machine is barely alive anyway, because it is constantly choking on dog hair!
Bilbo, watching all this, was probably very worried. From experiences, he gnawed a hole in my favorite quilted bedspread, stuck his head in there and got stuck like that. Well, great! What else awaits me today?
The only decent creatures in the house today were crows. They behaved very decently, did not steal anything, did not spoil or break anything. I decided that such behavior should be rewarded and treated them to delicious minced meat.
Coming out onto the porch, I sadly discovered that the warm period seems to be ending. It began to freeze and the vines, wet from the afternoon rain, began to look like crystal threads. Well, that's okay. January is coming to an end and there is only one winter month left. The main thing is that until the end of winter the dogs do not dismantle the house into bricks 😁