I can't remember if I started with getting laundry going or dishes...but it was one of those two. (Well, after feeding the chickens and then my own very hungry person.) Mama asked me to put the lamb in the oven and from there I rather evolved into the de facto cook of lunch. We got our days mixed up and thought that Daddy had to take Grandpa to the eye doctor today (when in fact it is tomorrow), so I was in a whirl-wind in the kitchen...just to figure out by the time that lunch was almost done that I really didn't have to have hurried....
Anyway, we dined on lamb, butternut squash (laden with chicken butter and coconut oil...mmm...), purple cabbage, and pea-salad. That last was my own idea, the rest was Mama's choice (I think she planned on making lunch, I just ended up doing it. :D)
It was back into the kitchen for the clean up after that...and I have a missing piece of the day here. Probably I was on the computer letting the plantain salve soak in. My hands are rather over sensitive to dish-soap, so I tend to have a peculiar 'greasy' time after doing dishes. ('Greasy' referring to the plantain salve, of course.)
Over the course of the afternoon, I matched socks, folded laundry, stitched in a hook and eye, ironed a dress, tried said dress on to match up accessories for it (my sisters and I are going to a wedding on Saturday--down in Dixie! [we leave Friday]--so we did some of our pre-trip clothes planning this afternoon). I ran about and dug in the ribbon drawer (gal's have to have ribbons for their hair, right?), accidentally melted a spot in one of the ribbons (aw, shucks...), crawled (literally) into the "cold room" twice in search of the fray check (yes, I found it--the second time--right where Katie told me it would be--the first time; only I didn't hear her then.) I dosed myself...while getting hungry. Sometimes I find myself scowling at the clock because I have to wait to eat when in the middle of taking my Lyme "stuff".
I vacuumed the upstairs; giving it the two-head cleaning. In other words, I started with the attachment that does not have a beater bar. We do this to pick up the copious amounts of hair that otherwise clog the beater bar in no time flat. (I'm not kidding, we can do one room and need to clean it out.) Secondly, I went in with the normal vacuum head and did a more deep cleaning. It feels better in my room at any rate. It always does to get the excess cat fur off the floor--as well as the cat litter. :P
I hauled the vacuum back downstairs and...and...had a snack!!
Then I folded another load of laundry...and now it's suppertime and you know what that means. Racheal is taking herself away to the table.