He thinks it's funny

  The manchild was giggling when I came in from the barn last night all soggy from the rain. He and grown daughter were talking about WHEN THEY MOVE OUT.  They saw me coming down the hill from the barn and I guess I looked forlorn.    I wasn't, just so ya know. It was raining and muddy and I dumped a water bucket down my leg by mistake.   Do you know how wet jeans and a boot full of water feel when it's 38 degrees out at dusk and your teeth are already chattering from the raw damp misery that swirls around you and the damn chickens won't get in their coop without issues? 

  So anyway.. they weren't laughing about that.   No.. they were wondering what good ole MOM is going to do once they do move out.  My dear son said to me... "Mom.. you oughta start thinking about getting a hobby or open a store again or something... you know... to fill the time you use right now to do all that stuff for us.   I'm probably going to have to come home from college now and then just to give you something to do."     I love him, I do.

*sigh*

  But you know... it's not like there isn't a grain of truth in that little speech there... I have plenty of hobbies and chores and little jobs here and there, thank you very much... but perhaps it's time to start thinking about what I might be able to do next.  NEXT.     Although I kinda like the job I have now.  I haven't asked to give it up. It's just inevitable that it's going to change some.

  It's been raining/snowing/sleeting here at This Old House for two days now...some would say downright dreary.  I happen to be enjoying it because we are all here under the same roof, waiting out the rain together, meandering through uneventful,  unhurried evenings.   I'll soak up every drop of that.

He'd make a really cool cowboy, don't ya think?

He also told me not to DARE put this pic on the blog.

uh-huh.

I'll be cleaning tack tonight... it was GREEN when I pulled it out of the tack closet

to ride the other day. That's how damp this winter has been.

As for the birthday boy  - I failed at summoning the  Italian fiat commercial model

for my husband's leap year birthday....but I'm not totally heartless.

 He got his Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue among other gifts.

 

Days spent together...

you never know how many you've got..

so enjoy every one. 

Rain related... One of my favorite sayings....

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass....

it's about learning how to get out there and dance in the rain.

Isn't that just the truth.