Life Gets Busy

 Sometimes...even in the middle of a pandemic...life gets busy. And just in case we look back on this time and think we really didn't do anything, I wanted to have proof in a post that that in fact...is NOT the case. LOL.

Friday night, I got back from visiting my mom in Texas. I was away for 10 days. I told her to keep a list of things I could do for her and I sawed my way through that list:

Many of you have inquired about her (thank you). She is doing remarkably well, considering that the Sarcoma has now metastasized into her lungs. I went down to be with her for scans and appointments and her first immuno-therapy treatment. She will have 2 more, 3  weeks apart, and then another round of scans. So, I'll go back down again then. Right now she is not in pain and feeling good. I'm so grateful that she is still able to be independent for the most part. She has a care giver 4 hours a day - 5 days a week who takes her to appointments and runs errands and her huge never-ending tribe of friends are always in and out. Plus, she still cooks and feeds the neighbors.

I had rented a car so we returned that on Friday night after my 9 hour road trip. It was close to dark by the time we got home and began to tend to evening chores. 

I saw a skunk. 

And then Skeet saw a skunk. 

So Skeet is banished from the house until I can find time to de-skunk him. That, in turn, means that I will need a de-skunking as well. He came running to me for sympathy immediately, but I scolded him away and his poor feelings were hurt. I wanted to console him, but then I too would have been banished from the house. 😉

 Then we were out the door by 5 Saturday morning, headed to a state sectional pistol championship 2 hours away in Clovis. It was supposed to be in the 80s and nice, but it was 46 when we arrived and the wind BLEW hard. Non-stop. All.Day. Long. 

Add to that, the fact the dirt there is like baby powder. Oh what fun! I told DH I was a fair-weather wife because after he shot a station and I helped him clean his mags by insuring the parts did not blow away,

 I trudged back to sit in the truck until it was time for his squad to move to the next station. I added a few stitches on a binding while in between stages

                                   

 and I had packed a lunch so we dined on sandwiches and apples and carrots on shop towels...without grit. 🤗 Almond M&Ms for dessert. 😉

I scribbled a tentative menu on the back of an envelope while we were en route as we are weaning next week and I'll be cooking for a crew of 10-12 Tuesday through Saturday. So that meant I had a grocery store run to make on Sunday morning and when I ran back into the house for a second, I came back to find this:

Poor Skeet. He's never done that before. Evidently he'd had enough of me being gone and DH said this was his way of saying, "Enough. No way are you leaving me again!"

4 hours and $500.00 later, I was home, getting things put up and starting on dinner and dessert for Tuesday because we are looking at another 12-14 hour day at the sale barn tomorrow and after a 4 a.m. breakfast on Tuesday, I have a date to take a steer to the processing plant in Ft. Sumner....a 4 hour round trip, which puts me home at 9 and dinner for 12 is needed at 11.

So, anyone ready to sign up to be a ranch wife yet? LOL.