Terrific Tuesday

Put on a pair of pants that were a little short. With sweatshirt and shoes it was a lovely look. When Jim poked a little fun at the odd combination I told him he was just jealous because I would have tan calves and he wouldn't. Of course, today was the day that Larry from Wilson's Worms came to get more manure and Aaron and Amy came to set Bucky's shoe. Did I care that I looked like the backwoods bumpkin that I am? Nope. Just went on with the day like I had good sense.
Jim had to maneuver the trailers so he could get a load of hay. Another 92 bales for the week. It may stretch a little farther since so many are off to "Summer Camp." Thanks, everyone who has horses on their pastures.
I moved hay and manure into the front and planted some seeds. Still need tomato and eggplant plants, but want to get the ground ready for them. Maybe our volunteers on Sunday will help.
Going to take the goodies to the Thrift Store tomorrow, even the old scraggly fake Christmas tree. I'm sure someone out there really needs one. They could have an old time tacky holiday. I'll be on the look out for a raggedy aluminum tree, too, in case that is a better choice. The ornaments that came with it are really pretty, though.
Had friends call to come to dinner. When we were living in the motor home while our house was being built I called Rod and Karen and asked them to dinner. When they said, "What are we having?" I told them whatever they brought. It is now a standing joke that they call to say they are coming and what they are bringing.
This time, however, we will cook. They did want something special, though. They are bringing their pick-up and want it filled with manure. That is something we can do. We have an unending supply.
A Banty hen is sitting on eggs. She sits on anyone's eggs even the guinea's. I hope they hatch for her. A couple of years ago she hatched some guineas and had to look up to them as they grew. They barely fit under her wings. I wonder if the guineas remembered her on Mother's day.
Tonight as we got ready to feed, Quest called to Jim, then walked over to him for a pet. It was really cute. We remember the day Quest knew he was home and loved. It was when we had only a few horses-17- and everyone had their own bucket. We would put the buckets out for each horse. On this particular day Quest looked at us, at the pan and then moved about ten steps away and nodded his head. He knew we would put the food where he wanted it. He seemed to relax and enjoy his life so much more after that. Now he is just a big pet.
TV has so many shows that the ranch could copy. The donkeys could sing on the Voice. The goats could Dance With the Stars or maybe Kids Say the Darnedest Things. The chickens and guineas could be on America's Got Talent. The whole crew could be on America's Funniest Videos. Of course, I could be on The Biggest Loser. I have lost the last set of car keys we had and post office box keys. The address book I lost two years ago was found in the china cabinet where we keep our books. Now who would be dumb enough to put an address book in a bookcase? Me, of course. Lost one set of keys in the motor home and never did find them. Haven't found the last set yet and it's been three weeks. They're gone. Sparkle could be on Survivor.
Tomorrow is busy. Will be away from the ranch doing all sorts of chores. Jim will stay home and work on fencing, manure moving and maybe a little housekeeping.
The frogs are singing and the tadpoles are swimming so it must be time to go to bed.