I’m not sure why this weekend felt so hard and discouraging. I had been so optimistic when it stretched before me, and felt so beaten as it drew to a close.
I had so many hopes for accomplishment. I had my lists and plans. But I got very little done that is visible.
I did repair my barn paddock fence. I removed and replaced two entire lines, along with numerous worn insulators plus the ground wire to the charger. By the end of the day Saturday those lines had a satisfying 6-8000 volts. I know that is crucially important but the paddock looks no different and so many other tasks had to go undone.
The 18-year-old who had promised to work, helping me with some two-man lifting and other projects, canceled at the last minute. I managed the lifting of items into the hayloft on my own but it took three times the amount of time it would have otherwise. The other projects were not touched.
A hay delivery came unexpectedly and I stacked the bales.
The weather turned windy and rainy Sunday and though I was outside all day, laboring in the mud, I seemed to make no progress.
Allen stopped by. We had planned to start siding the barn addition but I was not ready for him. I still have to install knee braces and frame the windows and doors. Maybe this week after work? Instead we re-stacked the siding under the roof of the addition, out of the weather. The wind was so strong it threatened to whirl little Allen, carrying long pieces of siding, around like a propeller.
This morning the wind is even higher. It rained all night and now a cold front is moving back in. Today before work I have to set my snow stakes along the driveway before the ground refreezes. This afternoon after work I have to finish cleaning up my fencing and shelters in Betty’s field.
The list, the list, the list. I am not sleeping.