Alone in the Morning

I am not used to sleeping alone. When I was a single mom there was always at least one child in my bed, sometimes two or all three. Now that I'm married, I find that I dislike sleeping alone even more than I did when I was single. The bed is too big and there is no warm furry man to scrunch into if I am cold or if I wake up and can't get back to sleep.

Weird things happen when he is traveling - and I don't know whether it is sleep deprivation or if the weird things are actually happening.

Last night about 11 I heard a cell phone ring - only it wasn't any of the ringtones I knew from the ones we have at the house. Might have been an alarm from one of the old ones. I looked around but never did find it and it only rang once. But then again I was way past tired and I was trying to watch the Chargers and Giants game while drifting off - so who knows.

Then about 6 this morning, (after the Katrina refugee hound dogs next door barked until 2am) there was a loud crash and what sounded like a feed pan. I got up, checked the house - then checked the yard. Never did find out what it was - though now that I have had some coffee, I think it might have been something at one of the neighboring houses or a branch hitting the roof when the rain started.

I went out on my normal rounds, this morning I should have audioposted - the goats were in rare form. Seems the barking dogs kept them awake last night too - and they had eaten every last bit of the grass in their little pen. I was not moving fast enough for them and they let me know it. They got a new sister over the weekend - hopefully Justin will post about it - but suffice it to say that she was likely to be on the menu at a Cuban family dinner - so now she is in our yard.

The dogs were barking again, and I could smell the musky scent of the fox outside the fence. I'm pretty sure he lives in a den down by the creek, and I hope to get a better handle on exactly where that is when we start clearing the fallen trees and make a path through the woods. ( I learned this year that you have to wait until it is under 50 degrees before you start moving trees or you will have the unwelcome surprise of venomous snakes - so we have about 20 trees in various states of falling in our acreage).

As I walked about this morning, the sun was coming up making hte sky pink- our spotlights were still on in the yard, illuminating the branches in the woods, I thought about winter projects - making a walking path, building a mini-barn for the animals, extending the pens, maybe even adding a deck to our French doors which open to a two story drop. I am excited about all the timber we will have to build with - anxious to make some of those stump stools that we used to have at the lake house - anxious to clear where the garden will go in the spring, I miss my garden. There is so much potential here, and I cannot wait to make it into even more of a retreat.