Monday was a very slow start, I just didn’t have much gumption. It was a beautiful but pretty cold day. I got laundry started and spent a lot of time getting caught up on my following feed for the blog.
At noontime the excavator was out to start digging the trench for the conduit for the electrical repair. I figured I’d better get dressed and try to accomplish something.
So I went upstairs to find the boxes holding the Christmas window candles. After unloading everything from the store room, all I had found was a dead mouse. Sigh…
I didn’t have the wherewithal to go into the cold attic to look, so instead I went back upstairs and got out the wrapping materials. I would wrap the 25 tiny presents for my sister’s Advent box.
Around 1PM another truck arrived and they unloaded the conduit. When I checked again around 2:30PM no one was out there. They’d made it about a third of the way across the pasture. This job is being fitted in between emergency jobs. But it has to be completed by dark on next Monday.
I finished the wrapping, including the big box for the extras bags, around 3PM. I just had to find another box and get it ready to ship.
The mail had come, bringing the remainder of the fermenting equipment. Now I can hopefully, if the cabbages have survived, start making sauerkraut. I also got 2 more seed catalogs.
The mulch hay guy called and said he’d be bringing a truckload around 4PM. We offloaded right into the garden as we will need it on Tuesday.
There’s no color left in the New Herb garden, just green and brown now.
I figured out why I’m so drained: Wednesday is the 3rd anniversary of finding out my husband was terminal with 1% chance of surviving. It was a very traumatic time over the Thanksgiving of 2020.
But I have a lot to do for Thanksgiving and out in the gardens so I will try to keep busy and get through it. My helper friend arrives at 9:30AM on Tuesday and I have plenty for us to do: finding the candle boxes, errands, chores, and when it sort of warms up, cleaning out the Big garden and mulching.