Oh boy, I do so love me some Mondays full to the brim. Sawmill, errands, back to sawmill and home to three wild dogs running at full speed in a circle around Pride. He's on a hunger strike because we're out of sweet feed. That two year old senior diet stuff got rained on and flipped over! When I'm 30 in horse years, I hope karma gives me somebody who cares.
Still warm here, which is a big huge blessing for those of us who are living check to check. The southern realist in me knows that it's just a teasing game with mother nature and we WILL have snow on Easter or before. Maybe that little dab of propane will see us through after all. My friend at work gave me the biggest most beautiful hug ever today and told me how much she loved me. My words to her were something like "yeah and if it wasn't for bad luck...." She just grinned and reminded me that things are looking up. And you know what? I believe her.
Errand time included a visit with yet another friend of the good old country boy variety. Ya'll know the one who has been there done that with you and still lets you come in and chat on a moment's notice. It's really kind of nice how you can hit the high points in ten minutes and know that you were heard. I may have to get the Cake Boss on all of the favors I owe to patient kind souls who care. Yours is coming propane guy. If I'm lying I'm dying!
By total chance I ran into my brother/landlord designee at the store today and we exchanged reports on how breakfast went yesterday. We work together with BG to handle most any crisis, in spite of ourselves. Hey...it's what families do and I feel blessed to be a part of a team rather than doing it all myself.