Juergen called this afternoon. He said his flight had been delayed almost 2
hours. When he arrived in San Francisco,
he had to stand in a customs line that took 1 ½ hours. So you can imagine he was pretty tired! But he did manage to stay awake until after
9pm US time. And he got to eat Mexican
food. So life is fine! I had a hard time sleeping last night. The weather has been very hot and humid. And I never sleep well when Juergen is
away. But it is raining today. It’s cooler outside. I’m glad for that. Nicole started her part time job working for
a gardener. She enjoyed it. She will be
working 2 days a week this summer. That
leaves her time to paint. And perhaps
she will have enough money to record one of her songs professionally. That is her goal. Sarah and Thomas are out playing soccer. Philip is watching an old movie. Jess is taking a nap. And I’m starting a new book. It is a pretty slow day because of the
rain. I’m baking some chicken. The kids will like that. They have always loved chicken and rice. I pretty much just try to survive when
Juergen is away. I don’t anticipate any
great creativity. Certainly not without
good sleep. Nothing is every right without
Juergen here. He makes me feel safe, and
I can always count on him. I don’t like
being a single mom!
Why not start with an IBC and cut a hole for the door? You could build closed laying boxes into it, and something for the chickens to roost on. Put some straw or saw dust on the floor. You could add vents to the side for air. If it sat inside a chicken run that you can walk into, the chickens could be safe, dry and happy. I have an extra IBC. Maybe this could be my chicken house? I bet I could even plant the outside of it with mud and grass for extra insulation and good looks.
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I know what you mean, feeling like a single mom, now it's feeling like a widow with no one at home.
Eric is gone one week out of every months and sometimes it's more. It's been like that for years. It was especially hard when the girls were little.
Now I just save my big projects for when he's gone.