My intention today was to take care of a few "smallish" areas of Cow Cavalry editing. Weellll...that didn't get very far. First off because of one or two things I need off my laptop and both my USB sticks are plugged in and in use while editing...I would have had to close all the programs in use. I decided that I would just pick that stuff up 'next time'...
And then I went in search of a hunk of footage I thought I had...while declaring, "I need Yankees. I need Yankees on horses!"
Savannah, who was making lunch, burst into laughter..."You need a Yankee?" (No offense, my friends of Northern persuasion...)
I did find the "missing" footage...only to find out that the "yankee" horsemen I thought I had were non-existent. I had some good shots of Confederate cavalry...but only a grand total of two blue coats a-horse. Phooey.
Anyway, I didn't get very far. After lunch, I didn't touch it. I had started out the day feeling good, but by that time I was feeling sleepy (only sleepy isn't quite an accurate description) and couldn't focus at all.
Then Grandma called while I was helping get lunch on the table (boy, those smoked herrings were salty!!) and asked if I'd come help get Grandpa out of bed. I ate lunch first because I would have been a grouch had I not. Yes, this is two days in a row that Grandpa has not gotten up until someplace around 1:30 to 2:00. I seriously think that he really could get himself up (and to bed; I helped him last night...hopefully, he will manage going to bed without help tonight)...but he has this pain that he isn't pushing through and complaining about. I had a little talk with him after getting him up today, though I don't know how much it sunk in...but I basically told him that he needs to work at it a little harder so he doesn't get weak(er)--partly for my sake. He's over six foot tall and weighs over 200 lb.s. I'm at best 5' 2.5" and not as strong as I once was (though I have toned up a little with the wood-work recently). I simply cannot pick him up. I can give a little assistance, but I cannot pick him up. (And I wouldn't like him to fall on me either...) He argued with me just a little, but maybe it sunk in. I hope so, because while I do not mind being of assistance, I do not want to become a crutch for him. He is capable of transferring himself and dressing himself...and I think he should do so. Pain or no pain. I would bet (were I a gambler) that Grandma is actually in more pain that he is....
When I came in, I drank my coffee and washed the dishes. Then I made bread and washed eggs...and fried up the cracked ones for the chickens and cats. Then I had a snack and read for awhile before going to feed the chickens. I put some new straw down and fetched another sack of feed out of the barn. I find it interesting how "softer" bags, though the same weight as, say, pellet-filled bags, seem heavier...I always have noticed that. The mineral I gave the cows always felt heavier than the pellets--though both bags weighed 50 lb.s. Just an interesting phenomena.
After that I hauled out some "slops" and the ashes. I would have moved wood around in the basement, but Savannah was doing it, so I let her. :)
Then...we ate supper! Yes, of course I was hungry again...
And there you have it...my intentions didn't get very far...but I actually got some necessary stuff done. :)