A Paige-ish sort of day

It is actually kind of funny, how my day went. I left the NW suburbs of Chicago around 9 am--thinking I was so smart to wait until rush hour was over. I was smart. I got here a little after 1 which is amazing, but meant I had to take two vacation hours. No big deal. During the course of the day, I caught up on the workplace news I missed, reported on my prison visits, and found out that Squeak just flat will not get with the program to be bred, so she is out for the year.

I picked up Tequila from my parents after work--she behaved pretty well there and was getting around okay. I came home to start dealing with pool chemicals and that is when things started going a little berserk.

Got that started and then threw on some basketball shorts and a tank top to go to the farm to feed, and mow. I mowed two strips and ran out of gas. Of course. I found a tank, and went to the gas station. Came back and realized my shorts were on inside out. Even worse, Madison had known it the whole time, but for some reason, thought I did it on purpose.

Fine.

Got that yard mowed, and was feeling pretty cocky about that. We re-wrapped Gaandpa's support bandage--looking good. Boogie's ouch really looks good, especially since it has not been changed since before I left last Thursday.

Then it was time to hook up the red trailer to haul the mower to the house. I HATE that trailer, I cannot explain to you how much I hate that trailer. I previously tore up the dually fenders turning too tightly with it, and have been scared of it ever since. Somehow, I managed to get that hooked up. I went to load the mower onto the trailer, and that is how I found out that I had forgotten to lock it down on the hitch. Doh.

Start over and I cannot get it right. I was calling BS to ask if there was a trick, but Madison figured it out. Now that it was securely latched, I re-set the ramps. And got an inch long splinter in my hand. That had to be dug out with a needle. Fun times. I tried again, and got the stupid thing loaded. The parking brake would not set, of course. Madison got the ratchet straps out of the tool box in the back of the truck and we got it all trussed up---after about four attempts to get out of the driveway, I was on my way. That is when I realized that we had not put down the lid of the tool box, so I could not see out of my rear view mirror. I probably did not want to know what was going on back there anyway. By the time I got to my house, there was a pack of motorcyclists behind me. I was not convinced they were not coming to kick my ass for dropping something in the highway and not knowing it--but evidently not, as they continued on.

I got here and realized that I could not get the damn thing detached from the truck. Fine. Move on to something else. I mowed mowed mowed and mowed and then something started rattling. Before I knew it, when there was just a couple of strips left in random places--something fell out of the mowing deck. I thought I fixed it, but evidently not, as it is a real mess now. I think just being around it causes the mower to attempt suicide.

I gave up and came in the house. That is when I realized that I must have left my razor in one of the three hotels I have been in since I last was here. Of course I did.

On a good note though, the cleaning lady came back! Total for the gutting she and her employees did over two days--$185. Totally worth it