I hauled wood this morning. Savannah isn't feeling so grand due to a fall she had on the ice the other day, so I did it by myself. Thankfully, I remembered to put my brace on my left wrist before I went out, so though I did three loads of wood, my wrist didn't really start hurting--which is a good thing. It gets discouraging sometimes when you do "normal" work and end up not being able to pick up a chunk of wood with one hand or be able to carry more than one or two pieces at a time.
Thankfully, Savannah washed the dishes for me though, so I didn't have to take care of that. Anyway, ever since I came in this morning, my sense of time has been way off. We must have eaten lunch early because when I went to go clean up the small amount of lunch dishes it wasn't even 1 o'clock yet!! I felt like it was 2 or so--which is really kind of weird.
I finally got around to doing my stack of ironing...I didn't bother counting the pieces needing the heat, but I know it was a quite a few. I don't dislike ironing like I used to, but it still seems to take me forever to get around to my pile.
I think I shall go feed the chickens sooner than later today. I have a few other "little" things to do in addition to that--dumping the ashes for one and putting some meat Grandma re-packaged into the freezer for her for another.
I did actually put the wood-clamps back in the old garage this morning after them sitting on the bathroom counter for nearly a week. Procrastination...it's a definite pitfall for me. Particularly when I feel the need to "suit up" in my warm coveralls before heading out of doors. Depending on the fullness of my skirt (since that is what I wear most of the time), I am sure the process can be amusing (from a viewers stand point) from time to time. Or, like this morning, I had one leg in and the other mostly in when I heard my phone start ringing. Savannah was upstairs, so I didn't bother to holler at her to answer it for me. I went bouncing through the house, with my toes still caught between the bottom of the leg zipper and lowest snap to answer my phone. It made me giggle while doing it, so I figure I looked pretty silly. :)
My "kilt hose" have been a welcome addition to my suiting up process the last few days. Since I did not make myself a pair of kilt flashes--or garters, I have been using my "dishwasher's sweater sleeve" trick on my socks. A rubber band about the top. It works well and saves any hassle of "oh, shoot...my socks are sliding down!" I don't know about you, but that bugs me a bit.
From time to time, depending on hair do, I have been borrowing Daddy's bushy Russian looking hat. It keeps me nice and warm and I don't have to deal with the scarf ends slipping loose from where I tuck them. It is rather dirty and smells of Daddy's hair, but I'm not wearing it to win beauty contests, so it doesn't bother me in the least. :D
Well, now that I have given you a peek into my going-outside-into-the-cold routine (rather unintentionally, in fact), I think I shall go suit up and take care of my chores.
Then maybe I'll still have enough energy to lug the vacuum upstairs and do my room--much to the cat's delight. ;P