Today, I am running about like a sore-tailed hen with a double yolker about to drop. Not happy with how things move about slowly here with service industry folks. Hubby dug most of the electric pole hole by himself but, then the neighbors came by finished the digging plus they sank it in the hole and helped to set it firm. THANK YOU!
Been waiting on the electric company to come out to add the meter to the 'cabin' but, by 11:30 I gave up waiting on them to show. I had to run into Beeville for more food. With another adult in the house, I under-estimated how much food I need to keep on hand for the week. IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
It is so damnably blazing hot here, some canned bisquits exploded in the shopping bag on the way home. Luckily the two cans were in a bag and now the chickens are pecking out some dough. I don't know about ya'll but this weather is a real PITA (Pain In The Arse) to deal with for us and our animals; I am flashing back to the drought of Oh Nine.
Remember, Life is a Highway
OFF TO SWELTER DURING CHORES.........