ice ice baby
Ah…living in the mountain. The fresh air…the relaxing atmosphere…the gorgeous views…the aches and pains!
Between feeding the chicks, tending to the new hens, chasing the dogs when they forget their boundaries, entertaining the neighbor kids (the Goonies), and trying to unpack everything I freaking own…I hurt so bad.
And I do mean soooo bad.
I’m ready to stick my feet in a bucket of ice. And I’ll need an ice pack for my knees too. And while we’re at it, can I get one of those for my back? And what’s that cool stuff you spread on sunburn? Cuz, I need some of that too. I’m seriously trying to calculate how much aspirin I can take before I risk overdosing. Maybe I should just fill the tub with ice water and climb in.
I took a break today. No unpacking. No neighbor kids. I did chase the dogs, but regretted it as my tendons screamed at me for overuse. I need a few more days like today (minus the run-away dogs.)
Because aches and pains aside, after living here for weeks, Mike finally got the flat screen mounted on the wall in the living room. It’s funny how something so simple can make such a huge impact. I actually feel moved in.
Maybe I can tackle more boxes after all. I might even hang the art work…organize the pantry. You know…the stuff normal people do when they move in.
Right after I feed the chicks.
Until the next time…It’s ice packs for me!