Today, after feeding and turning out horses, I finished mowing the pasture that I started mowing and didn't have time to finish yesterday. Then I drove to town (40 mile trip) to pick up prescriptions for myself and my husband. When I got home from that, I went out and unhitched the trailer that we used to haul in hay yesterday (which was why I didn't have time to finish mowing the pasture), then I cleaned three stalls and brought in three hot and sweaty and fly-bitten horses. My plan was to bath all three of them -- but the hydrant broke after the first horse, so I had to bring two in sweaty and clean up the water in the barn aisle instead. As I drove up the driveway to put away the truck that pulled the hay trailer yesterday, I only had time to wave to my 93-year-old Mom who was sitting on her front porch looking pretty lonely. I came in and made feed for the horses -- oh, I rested for 20 minutes to try and cool off -- it's over 90 degrees here with humidity to match -- then went back out and fed my horses and my barn cats.
What I didn't do today was mow my lawn and my Mom's -- which were each mowed three days ago and with all the rain and humidity here, need it again. And I didn't get to weed the gardens in the front of my house or my Mom's. And I didn't get to spray weeds in my riding arena, and the pasture fencelines and my Iris beds. And I didn't get to burn the trash pile that's been waiting for my attention for a month. And I didn't get to dig Irises that I've promised to send to people. And I didn't get to plant the box of Irises that I ordered and paid for from a favorite vendor. And I didn't get to give my dog a bath and grooming like I've been promising her for a week.
And you're pissed off because I didn't respond to your Iris question????? Oh. My. God.
