Saturday, May 17, 2014

An Average Day

4 AM  Wake-up. My inner alarm just likes to wake up at this time so I turn on the computer and head over to Pat's "Rhyme Time" and write my rhyme.  If my rhyme makes sense, I know I'm alert for the day. WOW, mighty handy little check points.

4:05 AM  Roll out the yoga mat and do 21 reps each of 5 Tibetean yoga exercises. Creek, crack goes my spine but now I'm ready for the 30/30 plan.  If you're in the dark about this, it means, eat 30 % protein within 30 minutes after waking or the body goes into stress mode, thinking it isn't getting any protein and hoards fat.

4:15 AM    The yoga reps go fast and I'm ready for a spinach/pea powder smoothie with added supplements. Yuck on the taste but I can swallow anything if I know it's doing my body some good.  Next I have 3 egg yolks and a piece of sprouted grain bread with yummm..... butter. Butter, butter, butter..... my all-time favorite food but I look for unsalted organic and I add my own salt.... pink himalayan salt.

5 AM  I feed critters.... dog, cat and 5 chickens.

 6 AM finds me puttering out in the green house, watering, weeding, repotting and singing old 40's tunes from  from the top of my lungs with Cody howling because it hurts her ears. So much for my singing.

 By 8 AM my neighbor dropped off some 2x2  in. long lengths of left-over wood from some cabinets he's building. He thought they'd make great stakes for tomato plants and bingo, he is correct. We chatted and laughed about last evenings episode with the Barred Rock Chicken who didn't want to go in the coop. Bam... he nailed her with a fishing net and I grabbed her. He admitted that was the most action that net has seen. Ha

I grabbed my purse and was going to check out the string bark for paths at Wal-mart when I spotted the back of my work truck. Dang, I had forgotten to unload 25 bags of compost soil and this was not the way I wanted to begin my day. Neighbor had left for work so nothing to do but get out the wheelbarrow and begin hauling. OMG.... this is crazy.

By 9 AM I was in the Walmart nursery parking lot waiting for someone to load 10 bags of bark and wondering how they would get unloaded, since the 25 bags of dirt had taken every drop of my energy.

On the way home, my little truck drove right up to a "City" coffee hut. This day called for the zip that only coffee can give. I ordered a double espresso over ice but the cute little barista gave me a lecture on how to order it. She said the espresso had to go in the cup first and the ice added on top or there would be a burned taste. Shucks, it always tasted burned to me anyway and that's what I liked about it. But
I listened, she gave Cody her treat, I tipped her and left.

Next, I pulled into Agri Feeds to get pellets for the chicken coop floor.  The owner, a burly gentleman put a large bag of pellets in my pick-up and said there was no charge as he wanted me to try it and see if my chickens liked it better than the wood chips. People are just plain "nice" here.

I was home by 9:30 and suddenly knew a lucky duck was on my shoulder. Geno, my old handi-man who had moved to Boulder, was sitting in his van waiting for me. He was going to paint the chicken coop, the new tool shed and the garage ....AND.....he unloaded the bark.

That meant I could begin hoeing the compost into the garden soil.  Bam..... I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to tell the sprinkler guys that there is a leak in the system so Cody and I walked the 3 blocks to talk to the sprinkler people. A lovely walk this time of year because the whole town was fragrant with new fruit blossoms. Dale, the lawnmower service man who had worked there forever, was at the front desk. After lamenting how our mornings were going, I think his aim was to make me laugh with a joke. Here it is..... a 3-legged dog walked into a bar and said to the bartender, "Boy am I pissed.  I'm out to get the guy who shot my paw." I couldn't help but smile, especially at Dale's innocent effort.
He came around the desk and gave me a hug..... I don't know why but people just do that in these
Mayberry-like towns.

My life may sound pretty boring to most of you but neither can I imagine big city living and walking around  on hot cement all day.  Each person has a life to live that suits them. What a perfect world this is.  If so inclined, give us a peek into your life.