I think the ticks don’t like me; not that I mind. The kids have each had a dozen or more on them by now, and I haven’t had any, even with the many hours I’ve spent in the grass. Strange? Stop contemplating? The great state in which we live, while Blaine assures me there are no recorded cases of Lyme disease ever, has one very impressive tick population. So much so, that I’ve begun trying to convince Blaine that these would be a wise pet:
Ugly, I know. But from what I was told, and have since learned through research, guinea hens are fantastic bug eaters. And watch birds. Should you wander onto my property in the near future and hear a strange cackling, beware. I’ve read these things are not overly friendly to strangers. But don’t tell Blaine that – he already looked at my quite skeptically when I told him of my bug control plan.
I got another area of our hayfield mowed! More specifically, during our recent Memorial day come-to-our-house-and-we’ll-put-you-to-work day, most of it was mowed once by a generous and kind soul. Today I finished what wasn’t cut on Monday and then mowed all of it again. Two cuttings later, my lawn just grew by many more feet and a good hour or hour and a half’s mowing. Smart plan, I know. Blaine’s on the hunt for a riding lawn mower though. I think he just knows that my stamina will likely taper as the summer progresses and this baby grows, and while I rather “enjoy” doing it now, he’ll be up next and he doesn’t want to push-mow the entire lawn. Pretty sure that’s it.
With all that was accomplished Monday, we had high hopes of finishing what has to be done before move in this week and move this weekend, but now Blaine’s working required overtime. Good, but bad. Hard to get much done anyhow. I dropped off the water to be tested today. Praying that comes back good, and that we can cross that off the list of to-do’s.
Off to get something accomplished before Ruby wakes up. Once she’s up, it’s just best to keep her nearby at all times lately. Either that, or spend more time cleaning up the messes that she makes than it takes her to make them. The new house still has a pile of chocolate cake on the floor that I have to clean up. She climbed up on the folding table while I was mowing and helped herself, I’m told. Seriously now, if you had just asked! Actually, you’re right, I’d have probably said no. Maybe that explains the “Do it and get forgiveness later” mentality. Because, after all, as my dear husband says, “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than gain permission sometimes.” Ugh. Ruby’s got that one down pat.