Sorry about all those people getting washed away out east, but here at the Gulch we finally had a nice day. So after chickens I went and helped L schlep hay for a few minutes, then I ran home and did a couple of loads of laundry in time for the sun (gosh I hope it sticks around this afternoon) to dry it.
The boys helped.
Now I’m gonna have a bite of lunch and then see what I can do about that nesting box.
It occurred to me at some point that when I was 30, this wasn’t the way I saw my life going at 60+. Curiously, it’s exactly what I had in mind when I was about 17. Not completely sure that’s a good thing, though it’s working out okay so far.
My vision was always similar to your life, only on another planet, a big, open-air space habitat, or my own island.
Alas, none of those prospects appears particularly realistic at this point, and 60 is only 14 year away…
: >) How many of us are doing something we wanted to do when we were 17 at 60+?
My vision was playing with body fluids in a medical laboratory. Found out vision and reality can be two very different things.