altivo: Rearing Clydesdale (angry rearing)
Today's schedule:

  • 5:30 am - Rise, take meds, record blood pressure, feed fish, wind clocks, check e-mail. (62 new messages)
  • 6:30 am - Go out and feed horses and ducks, dodging mosquitoes on the way
  • 7:15 am - Feed dog
  • 7:30 am - Breakfast
  • 8:00 am - Answer some e-mail, delete a lot of it
  • 8:30 am - Go out with husband to clean stalls, set up hay for next 24 hours, dodge more mosquitoes
  • 8:50 am - Chase neighbors' chickens out of garden
  • 9:00 am - Prepare sample recordings for musical group ThingamaJig consideration
  • 10:00 am - Update grocery shopping list, plan to shop after rehearsal
  • 10:30 am - Leave for ThingamaJig rehearsal, with stop at bank on the way to make a payment
  • 11:30 am - Rehearsal until 2:30 pm
  • 2:30 pm - Go to lunch with husband, stopping for gas and car wash on the way
  • 3:00 pm - Lunch
  • 3:15 pm - Hay supplier calls to ask if he can drop off a load of hay this afternoon
  • 3:45 pm - Finish lunch, plan to head straight home to meet hay supplier, skip grocery shopping
  • 3:50 pm - Discover that brake lights, tail lights, and rear turn signals are out on husband's car
  • 4:30 pm - Arrive home, chase neighbor's chickens out of garden, put Tess in her stall
  • 4:40 pm - Dismantle Tess' indoor portable pen to allow hay wagon to get into barn
  • 5:00 pm - Unload hay, working up a lot of sweat, write check for Sunday's & today's deliveries (ouch)
  • 5:45 pm - Examine brake lights, discover that a) the plastic housings for both lights have melted from
    the heat of the bulbs, making it very difficult to remove them; and b) both bulbs are broken
    apparently due to water from the car wash hitting them while hot; replace bulbs, reassemble
  • 7:00 pm - Feed other 2 horses and put them in their stalls, then discover that during the day a huge
    dead oak branch has fallen on their fence, knocking two rails out of it (fortunately horses
    are lazy and did not wander off)
  • 7:15 pm - Temporary repairs to fence; remove huge branch from dry lot; pick up after horses
  • 7:45 pm - Shower to remove sweat and mosquito repellent that made me sneeze but didn't work
  • 8:15 pm - Feed dog; fix salad for dinner, eat it
  • 9:00 pm - Sign into bank online and shuffle funds around so check to hay guy doesn't bounce
  • 9:15 pm - Let the dog out, he sniffs around but does nothing
  • 9:30 pm - Write this post
  • 9:45 pm - Go to bed knowing dog will want to go out at 11:00 and probably again at 2:00 am because
    he drank a gallon of water after eating his supper


Any questions?
altivo: The Clydesdale Librarian (Default)
Well, the change is not dramatic. I can't complain that I'm busier than before, nor that I'm bored. I finally reached the point today where I was confused about the day of the week. (I changed the calendar page in the dim pre-dawn light, as always, so I didn't see it to remind me.)

Status report under cut )

So... it's beginning to look a lot like Gentoo here. After all, I have endless time on my hands, right? [not]
altivo: Blinking Altivo (altivo blink)
...of the rest of my life. Or so the saying goes. The weather is gloomy looking but hummingbirds and woodpeckers are busy outside the window. Classical guitar in my ears, I've been awake for three hours already and have not had any coffee. The horses are becoming restive and must be fed soon, but someone else will have to do the interlibrary shipment and catalog yet another James Patterson.

It is also the 33rd anniversary of my first meeting Gary, who is still asleep in the bedroom. He never sleeps well, so I hate to awaken him. Guess I'll go feed critters and bring in eggs without disturbing him. Maybe the impending rain will hold off until after that's done. I should spend the day reconstructing and reorganizing here to clear up the clutter of books and oddments that came home as I cleared out my desk and shelves at the library. The deep gloom of the sky, however, suggests a day spent reading or perhaps sitting at the piano or organ. We shall see. At least there's no hurry...

Or is there? Another imperious whinny suggests that there is. I may no longer have a schedule, but the children do.

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