Sunny and 70 degrees.
Freedom from scheduled obligations, Rob got a bike ride, I got a long run, the kids got tons of free play, and we built a fence.
Our goats officially have a home.
They’ll be here on Saturday.
(However, I did move a lot of rocks and pull a lot of weeds, so I wasn’t a complete loser.)
He asked me the other day if I was going to be one of those crazy goat ladies who sits in her lawn chair out in a field reading a book while her staked out goat eats weeds and brush.
I said yes.
His sarcastic reply: “That’s really sexy.”
“The way I’m going to do it, it will be,” I said.
I’m completely comfortable with being the crazy goat lady.
Isaac spent the entire afternoon on the back porch building a Lego fire plane.
He’s deeply entrenched in this Lego contest he’s discovered online. I explained to him that it was for 14 year-olds and up. He was undaunted. “Daddy can enter it for me,” he said. When I explained that he wouldn’t win, he said, “I know. I’m just doing it for fun.”
Well, OK then.
Once the contest is over and he emerges from his mad-scientist-like Lego trance, I’m hoping he’ll be as into the goats as Harper Lee and I are.
By the end of the day, we were sweaty, dirty, and a tad bit sunburned.
We settled in for the evening with our bodies a little achy and a whole lot tired. I love that feeling. It’s one of my favorite ways to end a day.
Sore hands, tired arms and legs, salt caked around my hairline, a few more freckles courtesy of the sun… yeah, that’s a perfect way to end a day.