Its been raining almost continuously for the last three days which has made the outside chores I have to do, difficult at best. There has been grass to mow, fence lines to weed eat and spray with herbicide, downed trees to cut up and move to the burn pile, driveways to clean and boats and compressors to move, and the old barn had to be torn down. Had a break int the rain yesterday and have almost ail that stuff done.
Today is the day to move the donkeys. They are going to Greenhill, Al which is about 25 miles from here. We have a friend with a farm who has some unused pasture with water and he has kids to play with them. As some as Carol gets up we will begin the donkey rodeo. The donkeys don’t like to ride in the trailer because they know that usually something really bad is about to happen…. like going to the vet to get gelded or a long, long trailer ride. Will make two trips up there. Getting three or four donkies in the trailer is a job. When you get three or four in the trailer , those three or four are doing their best to get out while you are trying to convince #5 to go in. Meanwhile #6,7,and 8 have convinced themselves they don’t want any part of this so they are as far away in the pens as they can get and don’t want to be caught. This is why we call it a donkey rodeo. Could qualify for the worlds funniest video.
The dining room table looks like a garage sale. There are stacks and piles of all sorts of random things that are going to go. Some will need to find a home on the boat relegated to the back of a drawer but there in case we need them and some will need to be in stalled….12 volts fans for the guest room and a new chart plotter for the wheelhouse.
My life right now seems to consist of many long lists that seems to contract and expand hourly…lists of things I need to do before we leave and things that need to go to the dinig rioom table..I scrarch a few things off, .and then see something else that needs to go or something that I need to do and it gets added to the list. At some point you reach the realization that you probably don’t need 95 per cent of the stuff anyway and just give it up and go.
Voyages of Annie 
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