This morning the materials for the shed were dropped off bright and early. The two man construction crew arrived about an hour later - they had gotten lost on the way here, a common occurrence. They immediately got to work.
After breakfast, I longed Jackson at walk. He did great. It was a beautiful, warm - hot - day. I think the high was 85F.
I spent most of the day inside, working. In between checking work email and taking calls, I checked my dashboard for new posts. I was surprised at all the comments I received on my OBL poem. Yep, I finally managed to write about my reaction to his death. The core of my grief bubbled up at the end and completely took me by surprise. And then, of course, all I wanted to do was to hold Brett. He liked that.
I decided to try making pickled beets. I love, love, LOVE pickled beets. I am Hungarian on my Father's side and grew up eating pickled beets with Hungarian sausage (rice & pork). I have to find some of it -- serious craving going on. I had a huge beet in the garden (forgot to take a picture pre-pickle) so I roasted it and canned it. I'm curious to see how it tastes. Childhood memories can be hard to match.
By noontime, the shed looked like this:
The horses were all hanging out in the barn where it was cool.
Brett took pictures of his Tucker saddle (that no longer fits Flash). I helped him put it on eBay. It's a shame that it no longer fits Flash - such a pretty, comfy saddle.
The guys kept working on the goat shed. They almost finished. Tomorrow they will build the storage closet and put the goat shelf inside. Brett will buy siding and paint and finish it off.