My guy got up early this a.m. and cut up a bunch of logs, hauled them into the garage to split and then my son and I hauled the split wood to the storage area using sleds. Very tiring work.
So we had two piles outside that looked like this:
Go into the garage in nice stacks like this:
Get turned into stacks like this.
Then tomorrow we get to do it again.
My son was a good worker. I am pretty proud of him. He got fussy for a while at one point. Then I reminded him that we had grape soda in the house and we could have it after supper. Oh that motivated him. Or, as he put it, just his stomach. We moved the second stack in less time than the first stack.
After supper my guy and I hauled a third stack into the garage and it's already to go tomorrow morning and we can get a jump start on it.
I don't mind telling you I am tired. I haven't worked like that in a while. The temps weren't too terrible either. But I noticed that the only part of my body that got cold was my upper legs. When I checked later, my skin was bright red. Apparently my tights aren't cutting it.
Elvis is starting to act a bit restless. At some point this evening she jumped out of the tote, but then jumped back in. The babies started cheeping up a storm. If she keeps this up she may be moved back to the coop and we can take over the care of the chicks. All the babies are eating and drinking.
I haven't done any knitting yet for my Olympic project. I'm going to knit a few rows after I put the chickens to bed. I have a strong feeling I won't get my project done by the closing ceremonies.
1. Papa Murhy's pizza. I didn't have to think about supper tonite, other than turning on the oven and popping it in.
2. The lavendar bath soak that I use. I'm so relaxed now.
3. The sun was out and the wind wasn't blowing.
4. Baby chick cheeps
5. How well my son worked and nary a complaint.