Spinning my wheels. I am not sure I accomplished one thing this week. Okay, I recall going to the grocery, which is not enjoyable for me, so I consider that something I did. Check.
The rest of my crew has been hard at work with corn harvest, wheat planting, and bouncing all around the farm trying to find the driest places to do both of those things. About the time you get set up and going in one spot, mother nature shows up and reminds you who is in charge.
So we got some rain... Yep, next thing I know, I am getting a text with this picture attached. Hey! Where are you? How did you get there?
Good grief, I am always the last to know.
I bet it is super cool and does all kinds of things we don't understand -- but I know he needed it. He was a bit behind the technology curve.
Our puppy, Clare, is still what we consider to be a baby, so we may be spoiling her a bit. After getting nipped at several times this week and jumped up on with wet and muddy paws, the rules are changing. Tough love is taking place, and she isn't a big fan. She knows we love her, but she is having a hard time just settling down. She is rambunctious, out of control, excited to see us and please us, but her head has bonked my head for the last time.
Tough love is going to have to start by not letting her ride in the front seat of my car...
She's just so darn cute, I'm afraid it's a no-win situation.
