Saturday, August 25, 2012
Our quiet Saturday was not so quiet. We had a good start - reading, drinking coffee, playing with our pup. But then things quickly spiraled into busy-ness.
I packed up a quick picnic lunch - sandwiches, chips and water - and we jumped into the truck to head off to the final flower sale of the season. (I promise I sold more than I bought!) Then it was off to dinner with some of the flower club members.
Then, since we were on the other side of the county, we had to get some shopping done for those things you just can't get near our bucolic manor. You know, trickle chargers for the truck batteries in winter and the like.
We also took a close look at a greenhouse. I really thought that we would get it, but no dice. My DH pointed out that it wouldn't handle the snow load, so after all of the research and checking and pricing it out, we had to pass. (And it was on sale!)
Then we stopped to get some frames for our Town Hall. We had the fundraiser last winter to put lights on 2 spruce trees so we're going to put up a photograph and acknowledgement in Town Hall for all of the donors. I think it's sweet, but trying to find a frame that is nice but won't look dated 50 years from now was a bit of a challenge.
My reward for all of this was spending 5 minutes at a lovely yarn shop, browsing for some fiber for my next project. Unfortunately I didn't find anything that was "perfect, just perfect". (And since my DH was there, it really was just 5 minutes!)
On the way home we were supposed to stop at a nursery to pick up our hardy mums for the Fall planters. This proved to be too much for me and my DH to handle so we continued the drive home.
Once home, our little pup was a bundle of energy since she was cooped up inside all day. She demanded some serious attention and a long walk. My DH was wiped out, so our pup and I went for a nice little 2 mile stroll (pull, tug, walk 2 steps, repeat).
12 hours after we left for the flower sale, I finally sat back down in my reading chair to pick up where I had left off. My eyes weren't cooperating - they kept closing.
At the end of the day I couldn't help but think about this horse. She's on her feet all day long - when I leave for work in the morning, when I come home at night - and she has 4 feet. I've never seen her even laying down for a roll in the dust. She just keeps going. No complaints.
I dont think I could ever be a horse.