I'm currently sitting in a building site.....I'm surrounded by paint tins, paint brushes and paint swatches, unpainted walls and half painted molding......I'm in heaven !!! Sadly, being creative with a paintbrush exhausted my literary creativity, or maybe just exhausted me ! Clearly, my dereliction to the Almost Daily Diary has caused consternation around the world, concern has been expressed for our health and worse, much worse......breakfast coffee didn't taste the same without the flavor of the farm to start the day. Happily, we are just fine. Despite spending much of the week inhaling paint fumes, balancing on one leg on a window sill or hanging off a ladder I have ( to my surprise and Greg's relief) survived. The good news is, the kitchen /family room is transforming with each stroke ( yes, I now gently stroke, no more lashing on the paint, drowning the brush in the tin or inadvertently painting the floor, ladder and worst of all, me) it's character is changing and I'm loving it. the bad news for poor Greg is...I've got the bug now and plans are already taking shape in my poor overtaxed brain for the next room....and the next. If it is standing still long enough, it will be painted.
It has to be said, whilst my artistic appetite has been revived....life at the ranch continues, my daily duties are unabated, old T Bone still poos a storm and Mr. Starbuck the black Appaloosa with no spots manages to convert his clean newly swept stall into something resembling a bomb site on a daily basis. During my literary absence, we have gone through the whole gambit of weather conditions and survived with nothing more than a dent to my farm fashion ego ( if I had one !). Snow rain wind and ice make for an arduous day down at the barn without the required number of Winter layers..... trust me....I had those layers, LOTS of layers, I very closely resembled a Telly Tubby or Michelin man...but worse, much much worse ! A decision to get to the bathroom had to be made ten minutes prior to it becoming an urgent issue. Clothes were chosen that didn't have zips or buttons, jeans from my "fat" wardrobe allowed four layers between them and skin and another four layers on top. My recent Goodwill bargains were gleefully pulled out of the closet.....and sweater after sweater ensured that this happy rancher wasn't going to freeze.
I'm sorry, the cuckoo clock has been ticking away and it is time for me to post this entry before we head out into yet another storm system. I will try hard not to spoil morning coffee or give loved ones concerns for our health. I will Endeavour to combine my artistic talent ( ?) with my literary obligations.
Take care, keep safe, M
It has to be said, whilst my artistic appetite has been revived....life at the ranch continues, my daily duties are unabated, old T Bone still poos a storm and Mr. Starbuck the black Appaloosa with no spots manages to convert his clean newly swept stall into something resembling a bomb site on a daily basis. During my literary absence, we have gone through the whole gambit of weather conditions and survived with nothing more than a dent to my farm fashion ego ( if I had one !). Snow rain wind and ice make for an arduous day down at the barn without the required number of Winter layers..... trust me....I had those layers, LOTS of layers, I very closely resembled a Telly Tubby or Michelin man...but worse, much much worse ! A decision to get to the bathroom had to be made ten minutes prior to it becoming an urgent issue. Clothes were chosen that didn't have zips or buttons, jeans from my "fat" wardrobe allowed four layers between them and skin and another four layers on top. My recent Goodwill bargains were gleefully pulled out of the closet.....and sweater after sweater ensured that this happy rancher wasn't going to freeze.
I'm sorry, the cuckoo clock has been ticking away and it is time for me to post this entry before we head out into yet another storm system. I will try hard not to spoil morning coffee or give loved ones concerns for our health. I will Endeavour to combine my artistic talent ( ?) with my literary obligations.
Take care, keep safe, M
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