I know most everyone has a "to do list", right?

Do any of you have a "limbo list"?

I'm beginning to believe that's what I have these days: a very long "to do list" that seems to hang in the balance and hinge upon a number of things suspending me or us or the Farm -  in, well, limbo.  Such as, I can't receive the order of chicks until the garage is cleaned out; I can't clean out the garage until the bottom patio is cleaned off; I can't clean off the bottom patio until the Gladiator moves his stuff to the big barn; the Gladiator can't move his stuff from the patio to the big barn until he puts certain shelving together that he has had for now how many years??? to store the stuff that is all over the patio.  Meanwhile, the insurance company is holding us up from getting the 100 trees cut up and cleaned up from the tornado damage of March 1st; we can't get the fence repaired and back up until the trees are removed; so I can't get the fence man out here until he can do the replace work which in turn means we can't get our chicken yard(s) finished fencing until the fence man can come and replace the downed fence from the trees from the tornado...........do you see where this is going and coming.............?

Sounds like just general life, huh?

And I can honestly say I don't know where the time has gone either.  A large portion of our recent days were delightfully focused on Holy Week services leading up to Easter Sunday and it was wonderful and all that anyone could have expected......er, uh, except our 1 a.m. visitor following a full day of Good Friday services.

DON'T FEED THE POSSUMS

We had arrived home around 11:30 p.m. following Good Friday services; I didn't find my bed until sometime after midnight.  I was bolted out of bed by the sound of Bandit in a full raging bark just under our bedroom on the basement patio below us.  For whatever reason, I was convinced I had overslept and was now late with the resident altar boys for Saturday morning services - though only momentarily.  Once I came to, I looked at the clock and focused a bit clearer and realized it was 1:14 a.m.

I had only been in bed for 45 minutes...

What on earth?

The Gladiator and I stumbled out onto the back porch and flipped on outside lights in every direction.  Nothing seemed to deter Bandit.  Clearly there was something or someone down on the patio.

I came back in and grabbed the spot light and headed down to the basement to turn on more lights and the Glad-man grabbed the .22 rifle and headed out the back porch door.

Me in my nightgown and along with the spotlight made way to the basement doors at the patio and flipped on all lights - including the spotlight.  As I opened the basement door to step outside, I see the Gladiator aiming the .22 at a very large - very catfood fat and large - possum who seemed  quite undisturbed by all the commotion surrounding him.  He just continued to sit on the patio table eating all the kitty kibble with Bandit just inches away in full foaming throttled bark along with my beloved clad in his boxers and undershirt aiming something long and shiny at him.

It was quite the scene to behold.

Two shots later - no more possum.  But simultaneously I heard the whiz of bullets as did Rowdy one of our resident farm cats as he sprung up out of a box like a jack rabbit from a Saturday morning cartoon show.

Would you believe that the bullets shot straight through that fat possum and through the outside basement wall?

Clearly they don't build basement walls like they used to.

Now can you imagine the "how my husband shot me" story I would have had to explain at Saturday morning church services had there not been unassembled shelving stacked and leaning against that basement wall?

That Gladiator husband of mine knew all along that his shelving was in much greater need unassembled.  His gifts of procastination are simply amazing and Rowdy is all the more thankful as well.

Who woulda thought?

IN THE DAYS AHEAD

Despite our recent cold snap - that BTW has completely wiped out our plum crop and potentially all of our peaches as well - I hope to be full speed ahead in the garden after Tax Day.  That has always been my rule of thumb for planting and I'm sticking to it.  This year has certainly proven my theory.

Tomorrow I'll be up to my elbows in a cut flower workshop at a local Georgia farm through Georgia Organics.  I am really excited about future endeavors in the cut flower market.  Will keep you posted.  Our homeschooling schedule is pretty busy and spring baseball is well underway as well.

In the meantime, I'm here - just here and there and swirling around with my limbo list trying to keep my head out of the clouds.  So even if I've not updated of recent, make yourself at home and don't forget to check out some of my favorite stories at the Best of SGL.  Feel free to drop me an email, too.

Happy Spring to Everyone!

Harriette