Getting ready for a spring auction at family farm this week. The sky was nice all day before the coming storms that evening.
Mercy, the days have been packed this week and the coming week looks the same. This weekend has been a bridge between the two, as I have tried to catch up from the first and prepare for the second. When I told DH last night that I had pared seven 5x7 note cards of chores down to three, he asked, “ What, do you have one line on each card?” Funny, he isn’t! Of course in a busy week the clothes don’t stay clean, DH doesn’t stop being hungry, and the bills continue to flow into the mailbox--all in addition to the other activities. Each day I had writing and some pleasure reading jotted down. That never happened!
The week was traveling to Kansas for family issues and coming home to a sleepless night with the storms. Again we sat in the middle of funnel clouds that chose to pass us over like children in a game of Button Button. No, not our turn yet. Then on Friday we got a call that the family farmhouse had lost all the shingles on one side. More wind issues. Meanwhile we worried about children and grandbabies in Kentucky tornado. All ends well there for them, but not for so many other folks. I hate the word tornado!
Thursday afternoon was book club which is always nice. We discussed Hiding in the Spotlight, the story of two sisters who escaped from Nazis in WWII. They played classical piano which might have saved their lives. The discussion was interesting and most agreed the book was decent despite the writer’s stiff and journalistic style.
Part of Friday was a play day with a birthday luncheon. After salads we went to the Nature Center. The building here is built very GREEN and one can see things growing out the roof. At this time of year, it looks more like an abandoned building suffering lack of care. Then again, the entire landscape looks barren and desolate. The birds came in for food and the cardinals were numerous. It was lovely to see their red robes this time of year.