Just realized I missed out on seeing Dean (Frogprince) and Judy. Darn. Time flies by even when I am not doing much.
The music at St. Isidore, after the open mike, was not to my liking. Phoned R and went on into city; I was half way. Unfortunately, did not have foresight to take the laundry so it continues to build. Did a few quick errands in the city in the am and got back to feed the critters, etc. Still fooled around with organizing stuffs. When it poured in the early eve, I cancelled my farm market date. It was supposed to rain and I was tired. Just did not feel like it.
Music at the cafe on Friday was ditto, but we hung in. It is, after all, a major social event.
Saturday we went looking at a couple more properties and to a very poorly attended auction. R bought a couple table saws for a couple bucks each, a riding mower for $125 and purchased the lower part of a roll top desk for $25 from the man who bought it for $5! A lovely golden oak that has been partly painted - another rehab job. He has the top part. We left the machines at the "saw mill" which, barring, further catastrophes, he will own on Weds. We had to go back to the cabin for the truck as the desk did not fit in my car. The mower will stay at the auctioneers home until R can move it to the S.M.
It was nice to see the other "plan B" property is not yet sold. I could really see living there and with less difficulties than "A". We talked about it and R may also be leaning in that direction. House A is darkish inside and there is a great deal to deal with - barns, old greenhouses (5000 sf without glass), OLD tennis court, OLD swimming pool. It is a sort of fantasy. I would get caught up in wanting to restore it all. I console myself with the flowers outside - zillions of lovely daffodils and primrose and who knows what else, as the once were wonderful gardens needs serious cleaning up.
When we got back, the corn roast the auctioneer was having to thank faithful clients, was in swing. Live country music, folks dancing. BIG tent with wood dance floor and stage. Very cool! It poured rain but all was well. The band played on - until the corn was ready, then there was a feast. He provided the corn, people brought salads and desserts. There was no a soul there we knew, except our host, but we chatted with the volunteer fire fighter across from us. A fun day. An early night.
Sunday was a work day for R. He spent 12 hours writing two legal documents. I provided periodic food, editing and moral support. The critters provided good breaks. They enjoyed the corn we brought them. We enjoyed watching them get the idea of this new food.
Today, I managed to throw a dozen or so pots between animal chores and emails/FB/ etc.
Linn's definition of "retired" is good for me. I keep saying I am retired but I seem to always have things needing to be done. But not the stress of a frustrating job with a not so great person to deal with, no one to keep changing the rules and adding more useless paperwork. I AM retired. No matter how much there is to do. Most of the choices are mine.