Well, we had a day...not the best of days either. My DH woke up out of sorts...don't know what was up his rear, but I was ready to yank a knot in his tail like I would one of the kids and tell him to straighten himself out! Whatever it was, he is either over it, or just feeling better. I know he had a sore throat the last few days, and he isn't all roses when he isn't feeling up to par.
This afternoon we went to my parents house so DH could fix the downstairs commode. My stepdad pays him for doing odd and end jobs around there for them, including small home repairs and mechanical stuff on their vehicles. Well, we felt guilty letting them pay today, as my stepdad was fired from the company that he has worked in for the last 22 years. They have two children at home still, one 13, and my sister who will turn 10 next month. That wouldn't be so bad, except my sister is handicapped and an amputee, so now that he is out of a job, they no longer have medical on my sister. Well, no back up medical. She gets VA since my stepdad is a Navy Veteran, but that only covers anything relating to her SpinaBifida, nothing else.
So we chatted with them a bit, tried to keep them cheered up. Stepdad is getting severance pay for awhile, and he thankfully gets to keep his 401K and they do have some money put back, so they should be OK for now, but not sure how long.
DH worked on skirting some of the back side of the house, today. He ran out of saw blades to cut the tin, so we will have to get more before he can finish.
It started raining this afternoon. I am so happy that we replaced the roof on the bantam coop! The old roof leaked, and it would get mucky inside. Today, I went out to shut the outside door, and all my chooks were warm and dry! Except for retard PJ, the blue silkie roo, who stood out in the rain. Stupid bird! (It's all said with love! He's my favorite!) PJ was named because I found him in the brooder near death at 3 days of age at 4 am in my PJ's.
Our power had gone out and the heat lamp was off for I don't know how long in the middle of the night. I woke up and ran out to our livingroom to loud cheeping from the brooder box. PJ was soaking wet (he had somehow got in the water) and so cold I thought he was dead! My only splash, Emmy, was also a little wet, and not looking too good. I put both chicks in my shirt (yes, in my shirt) so they could get warm. Once the power was back on I quickly got them under the light, grabbed my blow dryer and dried off both chickies. Emmy perked up right away, but PJ took more time, and several days of TLC before I was sure he would make it.
So anyway, I went out into the run to get PJ out of the rain. I got him in the coop, he drops his wing, dances towards me, and just as I am shutting the door, shoots out between my legs back into the rain. I shouted an expletive at this point, ran back out into the coop, grabbed Mr. Happy Pants PJ and shoved him back into the coop. I pull the door behind me and he makes an angry dive for my feet...dummy me wore my flip flops! LOLOL Have you ever seen a silkie, smaller than a milk jug, try to throw his weight around?! I got the door shut and left the coop and I could hear PJ chortling indignantly at me for penning him up. My DH had a great chuckle out of it.
Now I am here, after eating my dinner, trying to catch up on all the posts today.
