The First Weekend of Spring Break

I have been so antsy, lately. Spring fever, I suppose. Well It's here and I did my darndest yesterday to make good on my promise to myself to stay busy and not flit any of my time away. Saturday is recapped here. Yesterday, however I'll detail somewhat in the following words and photos.

Morning came and I watched my family scurry off to the coast. My wife deserves it, a break from feeding every morning and watching a neighbor's little girl four days a week (not to mention Annika). Surprisingly, I was not rendered a bawling idiot at their departure. My excitement for unadulterated time to fuss about the ranch, greater even than my generally over-emotional sentiments.

After they departed, Maureen and I spent an hour feeding the cows, after which I worked until almost noon giving the kitchen a bit of attention. I'd planned on cleaning the entire house but another rancher called asking me to make good on an offer I'd proffered--to help him deliver a round bale of hay to a woman out toward Republic. I ended up taking him on into town to buffer his off-road diesel supply. I returned home at three in the afternoon, and felt the compulsion to sit and ponder life's deeper plane (i.e. sit and watch TV and drink beer) but I powered through and, instead cut a fallen larch into posts and loaded all but the bottom eighteen feet into the bed of my truck.

After a quick visit with my friend up the creek, I returned once again to the ranch and peeled the posts until after six. I made myself some dinner and watched the news. Split some kindling and started a fire. Had an eventful evening involving a visit from my brother in law, followed by a little mindless behavior before saying a little prayer and succumbing to the comfort of my bed.

Herein ended my Sunday.

Herein begins Monday.