Well, Mark headed back out to the rig last night - but only for a week this time since this is their annual spring shift change. Looks like it's going to be nice weather while he's gone, then start raining again when he gets back. Sigh. Will we EVER get this place graded so we can get on with the fencing??? I guess I COULD let the guy come out while Mark is out, but the last time we did that (the guy who worked on the barn), he did a lot of really stupid things that he would not have done had Mark been there working with him. Like cutting full sheets of cement board to use for small areas instead of using the ones with already-broken corners, making it necessary to go buy another couple hundred dollars worth of the stuff when there was actually plenty to begin with, for instance. So after that guy left (and we were out an extra thousand or so) I swore no one would work around here unless Mark is home to supervise.
We've got the house looking pretty good inside at the moment, but Mark hasn't been able to do too much outside what with his smashed finger tips (caught them in a lifeboat mechanism last time out), and his sore foot - again. He stepped on a roofing nail while we were up in Ohio and had to take heavy duty antibiotics for a week or so as a result. He recovered from that, but he put that roofing nail into his sea bag as a souvenir. Bad idea. It fell out onto his bathroom floor and he stepped on it AGAIN in his slippers. So he's back on antibiotics -- this time for a full two weeks. (THIS time we threw out the stupid rusty nail!)
The dogs are doing pretty well. Ben had his annual shave last week. He is a chow mix and normally has more hair than either he or I can deal with. Since wearing a fur coat in the tropics just seems like a bad idea, we get him shaved when the thermometer hits the 90's down here. He used to act embarrassed for days afterward, but any more he just seems relieved. But he always looks so strange for the first week or two -- literally like a naked dog! (You can really see how his body is aging.) Here are a couple pictures. Interesting how even naked and with ears like Yoda, Ben manages to look aloof and dignified.
Al goes back to the doctor tomorrow so I get to wake up at 5-something in the morning so I can go feed the horses before getting ready for work. I used to do that every day when Mark was gone until Al volunteered to handle AM feeding for me a few months back, but now I've been spoiled. Guess I'm going to have to force myself to go to bed at a decent hour tonight.
I wonder if the inclination to stay up late is a genetic thing. I remember as a kid we used to go visit Dad's family back in Pennsylvania and we always planned the trip so we would arrive in the wee hours of the morning. My grandmother and aunt were always up until 3 or 4 but NO ONE was around if you got there after daylight in the morning - except my grandfather, who wasn't at the house since he was out working on the farm somewhere. My mom used to stay up until all hours and go to sleep in the morning, too. And my daughter, even as a baby, would sleep during the day and be awake at night. As an adult, her first job was working at night because that's the schedule she was most comfortable with. (Now she works days, but she is still most comfortable being up at night and sleeping late.) When I'm off work and not looking at the clock, I normally get sleepy a little earlier than they did -- about midnight or 1 AM. And I do wake up fairly early - maybe 8 or 9 or s0, but then I take a nap in the afternoon. Hmm. Maybe I should consider retiring to someplace like Mexico where siestas are commonplace, huh?
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