It was a l-oooong time coming, but this week summer was finally in full swing, with 80+ degree temps and alternating sunshine & short thunder-boomers. Beach-perfect days and refreshing rain at night. it was just what we longed for all the dreary winter. Too bad hubby was away teaching at a Soils Instutute. leaving me to hold down the fort and entertain the restless natives, and is coming home today to cooler temps and more clouds in the forecast.
It has been an interesting two weeks. I am usually barely able to handle all I regualrly do, yet had to keep up with his chores as well as my own - no small feat, since he is much more of a putterer and handiman than I am. But... I managed to keep: the greenhouse watered, weeded and aired; the lawn mowed; the chickens fed, watered, and deprived of thier eggs; the nightly dishes done (to Music from the WIne Country, of course); his office building cleaned daily (hubby's secondary job); the neighborhood bear fended off and damage to the henhouse repaired; the youngest child played with, carted hither and yon to various entertainments, tucked in and sang to, as well as continually consoled due to missing her father (lots of ice cream helps); the local catholic congregation led in hymns; and the roofers supervised - all this on top of my own added activities: adult children and their guests entertained and fed, with a birthday party for our college girl thrown in; her boyfriend occupied 4 days running while she worked; an extra day of housekeeping (my secondary job); massive signs chalk-lettered for an upcoming local mountain-biking event, and I'm sure there is more, but you get the gist. It has been full.
Which is a good thing. It kept me too busy to pine - for hubby, and for writing.
Today he will return, I hope. He was supposed to be home yesterday, but foul weather in a stop-over city, and then mechanical problems with the airplane kept him grounded in Lincoln, Nebraska. He is either in the air, or at the airport in Burlington as I write this, where he will have to wait for his luggage, which didn't make the connecting flight.
But soon, my heart, you will return..........and take over your chores.