This NaBloPoMo certainly taxes you at times, a fact which has us scratching our heads a tad. Surely, we thought when embarking on the challenge, it would be a cinch coming up with a daily snippet of something newsworthy; after all, our days are packed to the rafters with stuff; lots of stuff. More stuff than we can ever dream of accomplishing in the 15 or so daylight hours we’re enjoying at the moment (although we keep trying). Some days just don’t measure up, however.
Take today for example. Mondays are all-in housework day, anyone who is on the Homestead on a Monday morning is expected to do their bit towards keeping the place looking half decent. Farm Girl has been known to beg to go to school on Teacher Only days that fall on Mondays, such is her loathing of the bucket and mop. Conversely, Cousin Minter is always eager to spend a school holiday Monday or two on the Homestead buffing up the wood burner which just goes to show that there’s just no accounting for taste when it comes to leisure activities.
Stuck with the housework today were our two regular scourers, The Goat Herd and Milk Maid, plus The Renovator, for whom school is now out. Having one of “the boys” on board for this task is akin to having Petr Cech in goal: it gives you a bit of height. To that end, the bathroom ceilings have been given the once over and that spider web in the hallway that moved so alluringly in the breeze is now a thing of the past. Job done, and in record time, but not exactly newsworthy and besides, how do you take a photo of a clean house? That is, unless you do a before and after shot which would just be too humiliating to share with you good people.
After lunch (cheese on toast and rosemary tea – nothing exciting in that), the ladies continued with the task of weeding (they’ve now moved around the back of the house) while The Renovator cleaned the hay out of the inside of the Homestead Mobile. It is The Renovator’s curse that he alone feels great shame at the appearance of our vehicles. In fact, for his recent birthday one of his wishes was for a tin of Turtlewax and to be left alone to polish the fleet. Because it was his birthday, we didn’t even heckle him – much.
A phone call from Pop had things hotting up a bit. He wanted to drop round some wood so that he and Uncle Trevor can make a start on stage two of The Farmer’s bedroom makeover. We will say no more; that’s a potential newsworthy story for tomorrow which we don’t want to squander (save to say that he stayed for a cup of tea and a bit of a chat).
That brought us to school pick up, dinner preparation, goat milking and waving The Renovator off on a Christmas Work Do bus trip. Again, another potential story (perhaps even with pictures) depending onthe state of him on his return.
As we type this we are awaiting the arrival of The Farmer, Bean Counter and The Elders who always partake of the Monday evening meal on the Homestead. Tonight on the menu we have potatoes, cabbage, salad, barbecued vegetables and Irish pork sausages with chocolate brownie for dessert. Everyone should be able to find something to their liking in that line-up.
So, there you have it: a very run-of-the-mill Monday on the Homestead. All that remains is for us to illustrate the post and so, in the absence of anything else, here’s a photo of the number two cat, Dave.
He loves eating, sleeping, taunting the goats by walking along the top of their fence and The Farmer, not necessarily in that order. His hunting abilities are an embarrassment, his meow pathetic, and he has the nasty habit of using the Ezekiel Tiger-lily sandpit as a toilet. Despite all that, he’s still a very important part of the Homestead menagerie and plans are afoot to construct a conciliatory sandpit cover for next door in the very near future.