One of those weeks…

First, the massacre that I blogged about a few days ago. Then guess what happened two days later? Again!! Beans, onions, and lettuce are completely gone. Most of the peppers are nubs — may or may not regrow from the nubs but they’ll be set back for quite a while. Pomegranates and strawberries got hit pretty good. Half of the okra is still standing. Tomatoes, summer squash, and cukes barely got nibbled.

Friday, we went over to a friend’s house and I felt okay when we left. By the time we were ready to leave, I had tremendous trouble summoning the energy to walk around the van and step up into the seat. Got home and spent the next 36 hours or so pretending to be roadkill.

Bullseye, the new buck, is turning out to be a >insert very bad word here< and the kids are once again unable to go in and visit with the chickens and (girl) goats. Bullseye is begin schooled in manners and will end up getting his own pen with nothing but a (wethered) boy toy ASAP, other than short conjugal visits at our discretion.

No, wait, I have positive stuff, too!

We spent today gazing upon beautiful Sugarloaf Mountain, helping out friends who needed some fields cleared and plowed for planting.

Okay, so maybe I should define this “we” term. By “we”, I mean Steve and all four boys worked their butts off in the hot sun from early morning until this evening while I and the two girls took the air conditioned truck to Fort Smith to run some errands in air conditioned stores. But, hey, we stopped by on the way home and let them sit in the a/c for a few minutes before driving off to let them swelter again. We even brought them a half-price slushie to share. See how nice we are?

While in Fort Smith, I found some nine-packs of peppers so snagged them and planted them tonight to replace the goat chow. I’ve got a salsa addiction to feed, people! I’ll get the rest of the munched stuff replaced this week after I get caught up on the biz stuff that I wasn’t able to do in my roadkill state.

Onward and upward!