Disorganized

I keep first aid supplies scattered throughout the house. Some in the basement in case of injury while sheltering from a tornado, a kit in an emergency bag in case of evacuation by the door and some in a drawer near the bathroom. The trouble arises when I need an item but don't remember where it is. 

In this case, I want to find a finger splint I picked up at a dollar store. I have a cut knuckle that keeps opening and isn't healing. If I could immobilize it, I think it would do better. 

Which means I need to add sorting out the first aid materials to my list of projects. It's always something!

Dreaming of being bionic

My ankle is messed up...again. And, while keeping my foot elevated with an ice pack doesn't sound so bad for the hot weather that's heading my way, hobbling around the house in pain is something I would happily miss.

It reminds me of the bionic man show. About all I really recall is the cool sound when he was running, but imagine not having pain or repeating injuries. Bliss.

I shuffled out and did chores before it gets too hot. Fresh water for the chickens and a good soaking in the potato bed. Now I just have to make my way down to the basement to turn off the water again. (Cue bionic sound effects)

On camera

I've set up cameras in my coop. It's fun checking on them at random times. I've noticed there are almost always a few (up to ten) sparrows inside helping themselves to a snack. The chickens don't seem to care.

I have four indoor cats. I noticed one of the kittens will never scratch on a post or that curved scratcher in the photo. To save my rugs and carpet I ordered some flat scratchers and it worked! He loves them and the other cats join in. 

Panting

Too, too hot. Not even cooling off enough at night to warrent opening the windows. I don't know how my sister in Texas stands it when their heat index hits 120. 

I have to be extra careful to keep up with the chicken water because...

Hens doing what they really, really want.

Dad doesn't seem to notice.

It's all good.

The brain struggles

A couple weeks ago I bought a box of oxyclean for the laundry. I remember picking it up with one hand from the trunk and noticing how light it was (shrinkflation). And then it disappeared. 

When I started looking for it, I assumed I got distracted and set it down in a random place. I checked the garage, porch and basement. Then I checked them again. And again. 

Today I was in the basement for another issue, and found myself scanning for the blue box. Wondering why I didn't just put it on top of the washing machine and save all this bother, I finally focused on the clear plastic bag of oxyclean powder sitting right where it should. Why couldn't I see it before? Because I had already taken it out of the box to recycle cardboard, but I wasn't looking for a bag.

Unbelievable.

Living large

Made this homemade pizza tonight on lavash bread. Fast, easy, and yummy. My kind of cooking. Couldn't even tell the cheese was fat free.

I've been looking for a thin crust pizza in individual sizes without luck. Now I know half of this is plenty, I can just cut the bread down and make as much as needed. 

Oh dear

Just read a news story where a deck collapsed under 15 people at 4 a.m. last night. All I can think is if you have that many people on your deck at 4 in the morning, your neighbors hate you.

It's another windy and rainy day here. We were desperate for rain, so can't complain. Second batch of chicks will be hatching this week. Yay!

Last night I finished painting my son's kitchen. So nice to have it done, but the up and down a ladder is hard on my old joints. It was obvious the stove had never been cleaned before he moved in and it was a sticky mess when pulled out. He sent a picture later that night after using some heavy duty degreaser. Much better.

Planning a quiet day at home to rest up.