If I had a hammer

I thought my days of fence post digging were done when I left the horse farm. Apparently, not so much.

Last week I dug fence post holes into hardpan. (Without rented equipment, this entails using an ancient screwdriver as a chisel along with a sledgehammer. Fun!) Yesterday we mixed concrete and set anchors. Today we built an entire floor. And it's square. And it's level. And it's the right size.

Whoa.

Dear Butcher and I are building a chicken coop. Did I mention that I have chickens in my office. Why, yes I do. And they really need to be living outside.

I think we'll get there soon.

Hello

Yes, it's been a long while since I posted. Sorry about that.

Let's see, since April, what has happened? Looks like this will have to be a list and I'll blog about individual stuff later.

• My mother is still insane. (How do I know this? She sent me a 3 page single-spaced draft obituary for herself listing every cultural institution for which she holds season tickets and every charitable donation she has ever made. Ok, then.)
• My brother is still insane. (How do I know this? He's decided that his older son now belongs to his ex-wife. He's only going to focus on the younger son who likes him. For now.)
• My house is still a mess.
• My kids are doing well.
• Neo's going to have her artwork on display at the County Fair this July. And she got three pieces in the Middle School Art Show. AND her cover was chosen for the "Spring Supplement" to the yearbook. Good job, kid.
  
• School's out. Eek. This means the kids are home for months at a time. Eek.
• We have chickens. Five pullets who are waiting for the backyard coop to finish being built.
  
• With corn prices going up and flooding in the midwest, Dear Butcher's prices are going through the roof. We're hanging in there, but there's a bit of white-knuckling going on.

Saul's now in a different school environment, which is a relief to everyone. We pulled him from regular public school on April 5, but he didn't start at the new program until May 5. Gah. It's a very structured token-based behavior modification program with only ten students in his class. Do well, earn points, use points to buy rewards or gifts from the store. The better you do each day, the higher you advance in levels. With every level comes more and more rewards. Most days have been perfect days -- he rocketed up the levels through five stages in yellow, ten in green, and I believe that he's now at Red-10. (The academics aren't all that great, but for right now we're enjoying the newer stress levels.) What's amazing though is to hear him *use* his skills from school at home: "I'm too tired to do this right now. I'm going up to my room." (Watch Suisan fall on the floor.) Or, "Jacob, I'm in a bad mood right now. I'll play with you in a sec, but first I need some time to myself." (Wait, Saul. Did you really just say that?)

Not all the news is good, however. Since late April, we've had some truly violent outbursts from Saul -- in one we were about two minutes away from hospitalizing him. Violent to the point where adults ended up on top of him holding him face down to the ground. Scary shit. None of these happened at school. Two were at home, two were at his family therapist's office. Struggling through those really set me back during the month of May. Nightmares, guilt, self-doubt, every negative emotion you could think of. Come June, I think things are better. It's still a struggle though. Drudgery. Get up, get kids dressed. Plan the day. Make lunch. etc., etc., Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Most days I feel as if I'm underwater. Today I'm battling the tail end of a head cold (sinus pain) so I feel especially underwater. But the view's nice from here. Sort of blurry, but nonetheless a lovely pale turquoise.

Been otherwise occupied

Sorry to have been away for so long. Son stuff. Family stuff. Garden stuff. Stuff Stuff.

Did you know that the people who continue to mourn Barbaro's death are, um, INSANE?????

His fifth birthday was this week. Did you have a cake? Light a candle? Hmmmm? No? Shame on you.

OH!! Grand news!! We have news from heaven. Yep. It's on the website. Barbaro and his dear dead horsey friend have *bred* in heaven and have given birth to *twins*! No, really. I swear I'm not making this up. (OK, someone is, but it's not me.)

Go read for yourself. Equine Heaven

(By the way, do not try to tell these folks that they are delusional or writing really good fanfic. Noooo. They saw the pictures of Barbaro with the angelic orbs over his head as he walked to the starting gate on that fateful day. I've wanted to point out in the past that the angels weren't doing a super terrific job on that day, but just seems so mean.)

Edited to add 2:25 pm: Oh POOH! They changed the website sot hat the birth announcement is gone. But really, there was a birth announcement on there regarding the birth of Heavenly Filly and Heavenly Colt born this week from a dead horse fathered by a dead stallion, all in horsie heaven. I'll have to see if the way-back machine can be of any help.