This morning I had a bit of time before I had to go see patients, so I was trying to get things better under control at home. You see, I spent two weeks in LA in training, came home for a week and promptly spent 70 of those hours working - then went back out to Palm Springs for a National Sales Meeting. Cue home again - working a 60 hour week - then driving up to see my folks for Father's Day weekend.
Don't get me wrong, I love the new job and my hope is that 6 months down the line, when the field has been plowed and all the seeds have been planted, I will have more time to do those things I want to do homebound. But right now, my house looks definitely unmothered and this morning I realized that the grocery situation had reached a level of desparation that had to be attended to -
So I went to Wally world and filled up my cart - after checking my work e-mail for fires of course. Josh had a couple of friends stay over, so I got the brilliant idea to make some cinnamon rolls - yes, the kind you just unroll and pop on a pan - it was a moment of weakness.
So I baked the cinnamony goodness one pan while I was putting away the groceries, and then I popped in the second pan. Just then I looked up and discovered that every goat we have - save Harry - was outside of our fence - including Mary and John, who are only a couple of weeks old.
So I went out, shored up the fence after telling those rascals to climb their little butts back under the fence. That task completed, I came back in - washed my hands like I was off to perform surgery and got back to breakfast.
I iced the first set of rolls, washed the grapes, set out plates, then went off to take a shower.
In the midst of the conditioner cycle, Angus started barking. I don't know if I've told you about Angus yet. You may remember Koda and Miley - my two beautful Pyreneese/Newfoundlan cross pups. Well, Koda got sick - and then sicker and while I was away at my first set of training, he died. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to describe it. When I came home, I found a gal with a pure pred Pyreneese - same temperment, different face - and his name is Angus. He is all about pleasing the family - and takes it quite personally if you have a cross word for him.
He is 4 months old now.
Don't get me wrong, I love the new job and my hope is that 6 months down the line, when the field has been plowed and all the seeds have been planted, I will have more time to do those things I want to do homebound. But right now, my house looks definitely unmothered and this morning I realized that the grocery situation had reached a level of desparation that had to be attended to -
So I went to Wally world and filled up my cart - after checking my work e-mail for fires of course. Josh had a couple of friends stay over, so I got the brilliant idea to make some cinnamon rolls - yes, the kind you just unroll and pop on a pan - it was a moment of weakness.
So I baked the cinnamony goodness one pan while I was putting away the groceries, and then I popped in the second pan. Just then I looked up and discovered that every goat we have - save Harry - was outside of our fence - including Mary and John, who are only a couple of weeks old.
So I went out, shored up the fence after telling those rascals to climb their little butts back under the fence. That task completed, I came back in - washed my hands like I was off to perform surgery and got back to breakfast.
I iced the first set of rolls, washed the grapes, set out plates, then went off to take a shower.
In the midst of the conditioner cycle, Angus started barking. I don't know if I've told you about Angus yet. You may remember Koda and Miley - my two beautful Pyreneese/Newfoundlan cross pups. Well, Koda got sick - and then sicker and while I was away at my first set of training, he died. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to describe it. When I came home, I found a gal with a pure pred Pyreneese - same temperment, different face - and his name is Angus. He is all about pleasing the family - and takes it quite personally if you have a cross word for him.
He is 4 months old now.Anyway - I had to rinse and get dressed. I entered the kitchen to find 3 dogs on my kitchen table, neatly polishing off those cinnamon rolls. "You get out of here! and a moment later then were back outside. Angus was waiting at the base of the table for them to get out, then he looked up at me, wagged his tail and went back to lay down.
On the way up the mountains, there was a logging truck which had lost a part of it's load - delaying me 40 minutes - but I was rewarded at the doctors office when she asked about a patient and I could tell her I had already talked to her - nice.
During pump training I parked my car in the shade and left the moon roof open - to keep the inside from boiling. When I returned, there was a cat inside, rifling around in my empty pistachio container- who looked just like Kitten Bob. It was not, though, and after a couple of seconds of trying to figure out how to get out of this car - he rushed past me.
Just a weird day...
