After Easter we were exhausted so I pulled up YouTube and found some favorites including Dr. Glaucomflecken, Neil Young, Billy Strings, and Colt Clark and the Quarantine Kids.  The Kids really helped us out in the pandemic so it was nice to watch them again.

On Monday I was able to skirt my finally dried fleeces. Unfortunately, due to having old sheep, none were good for selling nor judging in a show.  Our shearer had wanted me to submit them to Fiber Fusion which has a Shetland focus this year.  But they are not worthy.  But my Bambam fleece was nice despite his age.  I will keep it for myself.

Tuesday morning, doing chores, I noticed that our cows are looking really good.  Here’s Sonja.

And here’s Summer.

In the afternoon I went to visit Al. First though, I visited the graves of my great grandparents and grandma to decorate with our 2711 lilac blossoms that were not quite open.

Al is doing great.  He can walk the entire halls of the home with a walker and is transferring from bed and from chairs to the walker well with minimal help.  I am so impressed by the progress he is making.  He should be home finally next month.  What a journey this has been, but he is rocking it!  Mom is too.

Wednesday I did the usual chores and cleaned the house which I do before my work shifts.  I have learned that I do not tolerate mess well when I am tired after work.  Then I took a bath to relax myself in preparation for work.  This time though I got to use my one and only Shaun the Sheep bath bomb from Lush. They made them for a very limited time so I was able to snag one.  Here it is dissolving into my bath water.

I finished my book They Usually Don’t Shoot Doctors.  It is about a doctor who grew up in Switzerland, became a physician, decided to move to the USA ending up in St. John, Washington as a family practice doctor and then retiring to Seattle then Anacortes.  I read his obituary in our local paper and asked for his book for Christmas.

I thought his book would focus more on his practice in Eastern Washington but did learn a lot about his family’s experiences of the 2 world wars from Switzerland.  It was an educational book, and I enjoyed it.

Friday Tom was setting up for his WVM show in Lynden, and I did the animal chores after I got home from work.  The garage is surprisingly empty without his recent projects.  The Evel Knievel bike is still there though.

We have turkey and chicken eggs incubating in the house.  And now we have a turkey hen setting on eggs in the barn.  Hopefully some of this will produce chicks.

On Saturday Tom participated in the show while I did the chores and picked up our new pigs.  Here they are in the pig pen outside

The seller suggested I feed them electrolytes and hard boiled eggs.  Since I had just pickled some hardboiled eggs using beet juice, I thought that might fit the bill.

I got them settled and then headed to the show.

I was hoping my Honda CB 550-4 would be ready for the show, but Tom didn’t have time for it.  But there were other “Superbikes” there.

This is an old Excelsior Autocycle.

Here are Tom’s bikes in the Honda CT category:

Here is a Vincent.  I was wearing my 1952 Vincent T-shirt for the event.

This is William on his bike in the open category.

This is a 1964 Honda that I loved.

Here are the Ariels.

Here are the Greeves motorcycles.

Toms’ father, kids and grandkids had visited him at the show before I arrived. William stayed though as he loves this show.  We brought him home and checked on the pigs.  They are quite small though, smaller than any of the others we have purchased.  So worrying about predators, such as bobcats and eagles, we decided to move them into a pen in the barn for the time being.

William was surprised how much they squealed when we caught them.  But they were safely moved into the pen.

In discussions with William, we decided to name them Babe, Wilbur and Miss Piggy.  We have 2 gilts (females) and one barrow (fixed male).

William’s parents and sister came to pick him up later.  They enjoyed meeting the new piglets.  I showed the kids what lemon balm, peppermint and spearmint smell like.  I think they were impressed.  It was fun hanging with them again, although briefly.  I love being a gramma.

This morning the piglets were sleeping comfortably.

Today is the last day of dry weather for a bit. And our garden soil is finally (!) dried out.  So I finished digging up the comfrey, and Tom tilled the garden.

This is major.  Tom then decided to go for a motorcycle ride.  But then I had to decide whether I wanted to plant the garden or take it easy, write this blog and hang with Roscoe.  I opted for the latter.  When you have a rare disease (in my case Reactive Arthritis and then all the consequences of that), it is hard to know what to do as there is so little data.  But I try to listen to my body in these decisions  Digging up the last of the comfrey did take a lot out of me, and I felt Roscoe could use some positive attention.  Plus the Mariners are kicking butt!  Unfortunately Roscoe runs when I cheer, such as for JP Crawford’s home run.  He will have to get used to this.

That is our week.  I really hope you had a great one as well!