Well, here it is Friday again and it seems like ages since I’ve written last. Not that I haven’t been writing, just that its all been content for other people. Oh, well, the moneys good.
What little spare time I’ve had in the last week or so, I’ve used either being domestic (unusual for me) or researching my family’s roots. Daunting task that is.
I wish I had paid more attention to the stories I was told as a kid. This whole adventure came up because for some reason I was trying to remember my great grandmother’s name. The more I tried to remember, the blanker my mind became. (Maybe that’s a definite sign I’m getting older).
But after a search on Ancestry.com, I did find her – with three or four variations of her name. She went from a Mertie, to a Murtie, to a Myrtle to a Myrle. Guess that really isn’t so strange, I’m not called by the name I was known as a kid either.
Last weekend, we cut wood. Hardwood. A completely new learning experience for both of us. I guarantee that before we do that again, we will both of dust masks. And maybe plan it for a day when there is no North wind blowing. I do have to admit, the Post Oak and the Red Oak we cut did turn out beautiful boards. I can’t wait to build something with the wood. I just don’t know what, yet.
My chickens should begin hatching next Wednesday. I’m hoping by Monday I should be able to hear the tiny ‘cheep, cheeping’ inside the eggs. If I can get past my excitement, I’ll post my success rate by Thursday. This is going to be so much fun.