For me, sore feet often mean that I have been working, and working hard. So, on the one hand, sore feet are a good thing. :) However, on the other hand, they aren't necessarily the most comfortable.
Anyway, I'm not really complaining because me feet are sore this evening. I'm just thinking out loud.
I did work fairly hard today. I started out (after the morning dishes) by doing a deep cleaning of the back bathroom/laundry room. It was really being to need it. (And I just realized I forgot to clean the mirrors! Oops...) The dryer was piled messily and was quite dusty, the floor had coffee from last week still dried on it, there was a pile of wet towels in one corner (why were they all piled there anyway?), and the sink was nasty. If you can't tell already, I think I forgot to clean the bathroom last week.
From there, I moved upstairs with the vacuum cleaner, which Daddy fixed (yippee!) and proceeded to do a fairly in-depth vacuuming of my floor. I don't always move the old treadle machine (make that "hardly ever"), but I did today. I also changed the towel under the cat box (along with the litter)...and took all the cat dishes downstairs. As soon as I was done and re-introduced the cats to the room (I take them out when I clean; locking Runty in Savannah's room and tying Curio to the banister in the stairwell), I brought them up some water--but I didn't bring up clean food plates...and I forgot, as usual, I had done so when I went to feed them this evening! Thus, an extra trip downstairs. :D
Runty has this irritating habit of playing in the cat box when I first put in clean litter. It's ridiculous!
Anyway, by the time this stuff was all done, it was time for lunch. We ate and I did the dishes again...and sometime during the afternoon I headed out for the garden where I ended up hoeing down both sides of the carrot row and weeding it (Savannah did a little weeding too). I developed a pretty good system by the time I was done. First, I took the hoe ("my" hoe, I think it was Grandma's, is really short, too short for anyone else to use with any comfort), and went along the edge of the carrots for roughly six to eight feet (I am aware of only one carrot I chopped out--which is somewhat impressive since the carrots are still tiny) and then along the edge of the opposing row of whatever (greens of some sort on the west side, peppers on the other). After that I took this really great hoe (basically like a scuffle hoe, if you know what that is) and cleaned the center of the row. Next, I actually pulled the weeds from among the carrots. Repeat.
That is all I got done in the garden. It doesn't sound like much, but it took a while. When one weeds carrots, most particularly small carrots, one must be careful. (Huh...I sound like some kind of textbook!)
Before I came in, I limped over and checked on my chicks, feeding and watering them. They look nice and lively!
Anyway, to return to sore feet (that's where we started, remember?), I believe I have a little infection in the center of my left sole. I stepped/kicked a ragged bone in my bedroom a couple mornings ago and poked a minuscule hole in the bottom of my foot--and then spent the next couple of days charging around everywhere barefoot. Yeah...smart, I know.
Oh, and if you wonder if I really keep bones on my bedroom floor; I can explain. I feed the bones to my cats and they drag them all over the place...
Clear? ;)
Oh, yes...and I started the Cowden protocol this morning. And since I had my dinner dose thirty minutes ago...I can go eat now!!!
Anyway, I'm not really complaining because me feet are sore this evening. I'm just thinking out loud.
I did work fairly hard today. I started out (after the morning dishes) by doing a deep cleaning of the back bathroom/laundry room. It was really being to need it. (And I just realized I forgot to clean the mirrors! Oops...) The dryer was piled messily and was quite dusty, the floor had coffee from last week still dried on it, there was a pile of wet towels in one corner (why were they all piled there anyway?), and the sink was nasty. If you can't tell already, I think I forgot to clean the bathroom last week.
From there, I moved upstairs with the vacuum cleaner, which Daddy fixed (yippee!) and proceeded to do a fairly in-depth vacuuming of my floor. I don't always move the old treadle machine (make that "hardly ever"), but I did today. I also changed the towel under the cat box (along with the litter)...and took all the cat dishes downstairs. As soon as I was done and re-introduced the cats to the room (I take them out when I clean; locking Runty in Savannah's room and tying Curio to the banister in the stairwell), I brought them up some water--but I didn't bring up clean food plates...and I forgot, as usual, I had done so when I went to feed them this evening! Thus, an extra trip downstairs. :D
Runty has this irritating habit of playing in the cat box when I first put in clean litter. It's ridiculous!
Anyway, by the time this stuff was all done, it was time for lunch. We ate and I did the dishes again...and sometime during the afternoon I headed out for the garden where I ended up hoeing down both sides of the carrot row and weeding it (Savannah did a little weeding too). I developed a pretty good system by the time I was done. First, I took the hoe ("my" hoe, I think it was Grandma's, is really short, too short for anyone else to use with any comfort), and went along the edge of the carrots for roughly six to eight feet (I am aware of only one carrot I chopped out--which is somewhat impressive since the carrots are still tiny) and then along the edge of the opposing row of whatever (greens of some sort on the west side, peppers on the other). After that I took this really great hoe (basically like a scuffle hoe, if you know what that is) and cleaned the center of the row. Next, I actually pulled the weeds from among the carrots. Repeat.
That is all I got done in the garden. It doesn't sound like much, but it took a while. When one weeds carrots, most particularly small carrots, one must be careful. (Huh...I sound like some kind of textbook!)
Before I came in, I limped over and checked on my chicks, feeding and watering them. They look nice and lively!
Anyway, to return to sore feet (that's where we started, remember?), I believe I have a little infection in the center of my left sole. I stepped/kicked a ragged bone in my bedroom a couple mornings ago and poked a minuscule hole in the bottom of my foot--and then spent the next couple of days charging around everywhere barefoot. Yeah...smart, I know.
Oh, and if you wonder if I really keep bones on my bedroom floor; I can explain. I feed the bones to my cats and they drag them all over the place...
Clear? ;)
Oh, yes...and I started the Cowden protocol this morning. And since I had my dinner dose thirty minutes ago...I can go eat now!!!
Racheal
And yes, Racheal just loves eating...
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