Getting With It Again

I wrote a friend last night that things tend to get a little uncomfortable and wonky around here when I'm not ready and able to do my usual thing.  Tending to think I don't do as much or what I do isn't as important as the endeavors of my better half is a possibly erroneous notion of mine.  Maybe I should give myself a raise.

Things necessary to keep this joint running smoothly do, indeed, start to go rapidly down the tubes when one of us isn't totally engaged with mind, body and spirit!  Now it's catch-up time for a period in this already over-scheduled summer.

Papa Pea just disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth while announcing he's going directly out to the wood pile in about 5 minutes.  Was that a hint?  Not necessary as he knows I feel quite left out if I'm not back there grunting and groaning playing right alongside him.  So, this shall be shorter than originally planned.

Before leaving the house, I'm going to try a new mosquito repellent we've obtained.  It's a homeopathic tablet one chews and which claims to keep mosquitoes from biting for up to two hours (or longer).  Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful as the *$%#! buggers have been simple AWFUL lately.  They are the worst they've been in the 17-18 years we've lived in this location.

A rhubarb pie is nearly ready to come out of the oven, the sun is shining brightly, I'll brush my teeth, chew the damned-mosquitoes-be-gone tablet (damned mosquitoes, not tablet) and head out for a couple/few hours of wood splitting and stacking.

More later today if I can.