Planning for a Week

Phil was a bit at loose ends, so we had a good conversation about tasks that are needed to do in the next five days, and tasks that are possible to do (there was another subset of "things that he can do when we buy a few missing parts," and since he knew he was headed to town, he planned to make a stop this evening, which opens up the tasks available).

The most needed thing was to continue re-grading the land, and so he did. The land overall was so mashed down from all the regrading, he needed to put on the backhoe. Isaiah did the digging for him for some hours, and then Phil moved the earth to the west side. By the end of the day, he had regraded enough for digging the electrical line.

And we had great news! The electrical hookup is coming a week from Monday! So after my vision of the end of October, it looks like October 7 will be the date. And due to wiring needs and such, Phil feels like that's about as soon as he can get to it. What a great relief. (And may October 7 NOT be the day of the baby's birth. Then we'd have to re-enter the queue.)

As for me, I read to Joe for a long time today. He was pathetically sick: after a sore throat at bedtime, and a night of thrashing (on our bed), he woke up snotty, pale, and a bit feverish. He was a captive audience. Ha!

And I vacuumed the motor home, which hasn't happened for some time. We had friends come to visit this afternoon, and Phil pointed out that they might need to go to the bathroom. It took an hour. I filled two canisters. It didn't induce labor.

There was a time when I had an interesting life, filled with sowing grain and growing plants from seed, and helping deliver lambs. Somehow vacuuming the motor home doesn't have the same appeal. On the other hand, it's a task easily accomplished in a day, and left me feeling good. So maybe a slightly less interesting life is sufficient unto the day.