Close To Perfect

by Joan on November 9, 2012

All those leaves are safely in bags now!

Some days are….close to perfect. Not fancy, not special. Just close to perfect.

Today was one of those days. And not a single photo to prove it (o.k., one photo). You’ll have to take my word for it.

This “close to perfect” day might sound ridiculously boring to you. So I’ll be brief.

Started reading at 5am, cause I’m not a good sleeper. Finished a Jon Katz book “The Dogs of Bedlam Farm”. Great book, and every word spoke to me. It set the tone for the day.

Keela and I went to our local Home Depot where all the check-out ladies know her and love her. I made a small purchase. She got six doggie biscuits in less than five minutes. She sits, lies down and the pops up and offers her paw for a shake to each orange apron she sees. What a drama queen. But she gets what she wants.

Picked up my mom and we went out for a yummy lunch. She gave me a wonderful early Christmas gift – together we ordered a fancy sewing machine that I will use for the rest of my life. How cool is that? Visions of quilt-making danced in my head.

After I got home, I worked the rest of the afternoon in the barnyard, readying everything for the upcoming cold weather headed toward us. There was a long list of tasks to be completed – nesting boxes to be cleaned, new thermometer (with a cow on it!) to be hung, heated water bowls to be secured, extra straw bedding to be scattered, shed door latch to be installed (Brandy opens the door with her nose every morning – not a good idea when it’s in the teens outside.)

Brandy and Doink were, as usual, right there helping me with every job so it took twice as long as it should have. The chickens were constantly at my feet, squawking opinions. There was as much shooing away (and petting of noses) as there was work.

Power tools were used. Swear words were directed at the nightmare of stuff in our garage. Leaves were raked. LOTS of leaves were raked.  I tried to improve my frisbee-throwing skills and Keela worked on catching it in the air – she’s improving faster than I am.

The evening was, well, plain. (Very Excellent Husband Don has a cold – no dancing in the kitchen tonight.) Cocktails. Leftover soup and fried egg sandwich. Little TV. Bedtime.

Boring, right? Yet for me, it was close to perfect. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because I’m a 51 year-old woman and I still don’t know who I want to be when I grow up. But in the barnyard, I feel like I’m close.

I’m sharing this over at The Chicken ChickBackyard Farming ConnectionKathe With An E and Tilly’s Nest!

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Tammy/Our Neck of the Woods November 9, 2012 at 7:41 pm

I’ll tell ya, I’m a 28 year-old woman and that sounds like the perfect day to me! Strange as it may seem, I am happy as a clam when I’m cleaning out the chicken coop. If I’m up to my ankles in poo I know it has been a good day, haha. :)
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Joan November 12, 2012 at 8:54 am

Tammy, I’m glad I’m not the only one!
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Heather/ScratchCradle November 13, 2012 at 4:13 pm

It sounds like a perfect day to me! I completely get it. And you go to bed with a satisfied sigh. :)
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