I have to review this weekend because I don’t quite know where it went. I feel a tidge like Dr. Seuss. Is it here? Is it there? Where did it go; this weekend I no longer know?
But, here I am. Somehow I arrived at Monday.
Saturday was pen-building for the goats. Pig farmer built. I fetched and held things. The goats grazed nearby:
The dogs were on watch …. sort of:
It was actually rainy, not sunny. But, pig farmer doesn’t want me snapping pictures, when I’m supposed to be fetching tools and holding things. So, I used pics from my stash to make do.
It was also Prom weekend. No tux for my low-maintenance boy. May I just say that I love his blue eyes?!
He and his funny, crazy, awesome friends thought of getting some pictures taken at the local theatre where they also work:
If at first you don’t succeed … tell the boys they have to let you try again!
Then – I got back home in time to see the grand-daughter on a visit to the animals!! They were already in from the animals and the rain was doing its thing … but we still got to hug and laugh and go out to eat.
That was Saturday. Sunday wasn’t nearly so much fun. Pig farmer went for a run … his lower right leg went numb, then had excruciating pain. Two ERs and ten hours later – he was in less pain but still not 100% sure what went wrong. He will see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. We did get to rule out a blood clot or broken bone. However, a stress fracture might not have shown up. It could be a problem with a nerve. I know my nerves were frazzled by the time I got home last night. I do hate hospitals. It felt good to go outside, clean out the goat barn and do the chores while pig farmer slept off the vicodin. That’s about all I got done though … besides laundry, of course. Laundry doesn’t hardly count as a chore, it’s sort of like brushing your teeth – just do it at least twice a day and hope for the best!