Jury Duty, what an eye-opener.
A day and a half of the trial (no, not murder), closing arguments, detailed instructions from the judge, and then... I'm chosen as the alternate. Well, shooterpoopies. I then leave my fellow jurists while they deliberate and reach a verdict and only return if needed. Which I wasn't.
Circuit Court Judge Potts
Broken swing, with me in it.
A couple of days ago, waiting for the farrier to arrive, I decided to ease my load on the nearby swing. Canvas foundation - I didn't bother with the cushion. Hadn't been seated more than a minute or two and wham! Canvas split and my bottom was on the ground with my knees hanging over the metal frame. No way could I get up on my own. Thankfully the farrier arrived shortly, she pulled and matters got worse. I asked her to go to the house for my husband. The two of them were able to extract me. Holy moly guacamole.
Last year's shot of the swing
Not what the swing is supposed to look like
Those shadows on the ground are where
my delicate derriere landed.
Painting the barn
The barn got a refreshing coat of paint yesterday with the nifty spray device Rick bought. Pretty painless.
Even the weeds were included and are now lovely.
The exciting piece of news is we're expanding our coop. Well, actually we're purchasing an additional coop, allowing for a two bedroom condo for the girls.
I hear you asking, why. I'm eager to expand so I can get chicks. I've mentioned our coop isn't big enough to partition babies off (when old enough to be in the coop). With the additional coop, they can have their own bedroom and run until big enough to integrate with the current gang of marauders. It will nestle in by the yellow door (see photo above).
That's next weekend's project, weather permitting. I'll share the process if I can sneak a couple of photos during the dismantling and re-assembly.