Got It All Done Day

Yesterday was one of those days where I drew my energy from the land and just got everything done.

First I treated myself to a head spa day, and Anna the Barber worked her magic while I was off who knows where in my astral state, returning to her chair over an hour later to find she had worked a miracle and made me look human. Just, barely.

Of course, I was a little worried when I returned to Casa Claire and found cryptic symbols adorning the entrance to the Jack The Spruce Magic Grotto.

Including 666 and 6 for good measure.

Those little witches! They had left their markings to protect Casa Claire on their way out to hike around Carter Lake (called Crater Lake – intentional, not a typo, to represent great depth – in TWA) with their adventurous father.

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But I used the time they were away frightening the bears productively.

I got all of my chopping prep done for the week.

Then I shoveled up lots of mule muffins and took them out to Hadrian’s Wall, where nature’s successful decomposition process was heralded by healthy mushrooms sprouting along its ridge.

Coprinus sterquilinus

Source: https://ultimate-mushroom.com/poisonous/519-coprinus-sterquilinus.html#hmenu-2

Then after cleaning and refilling the back outdoor and indoor troughs and refilling and rehanging the hay bags, where I got to take a moment and gaze upon the Three Witches mountain peaks,

I went out front to clean and refill the front water trough, where I was able to kill the time grounding barefoot while watching Claire and Honey perform synchronized grazing to the sounds of the wind chimes in The Old Man tree copse.

It really should be an Olympic event.

Then, as another sign of Casa Claire’s fertility, I was thrilled to observe that one of the apple trees in the Spaghetti apple orchard (5 little trees) had sprouted some flowers, which means that it has pollinated and could possibly bear fruit this year.

It seems the presence of the three little witches is having wonderful side effects on the land.

Then, while the three omnivorous little witches shared a meal of bbq steak, corn and broccoli, with the other adults in the dining room, I lay out on the back deck alone, having already consumed some veggie lo mein, supine on a wonderful reclining deck chair, staring up at a turquoise blue and cloudless sky, performing my CE5 protocols (a Dr. Greer thing) and hoping that the Aleve would kick in before alien contact.

I slept like a baby.

But here we are, another Sunday, and me wondering what I was thinking doing all of that work in one day.

You know that Lisa will take full advantage of yesterday’s industry and drag me out on some fools errand involving taking those little banshees out to terrorize human children in one of the local parks.

No rest for the wicked.

Well, I hope you fine, five readers were a little more sensible in checking off your weekend errand list. Life is a marathon, not a sprint.

So now I will head out and cuddle some kitties and make my rounds. Which reminds me, I must publicly thank Janice Erickson – yes, one of the caretaker characters in WTLLM – who left a lovely box of a dozen eggs on Smokey’s cat house on the front porch with a corresponding cryptic text message -“you’ve been egged.”

Thank you Janice, given how the Ozzies consume eggs, this was a wonderful surprise.

And to draw a line under it all, let us make today a great one.