Friday morning bright and early, I headed out to a blueberry farm owned by a guy who works in my department and his honey, who taught one of the classes for my Master Gardener training. I went with my friend and her son and my boss and her family. (Did you know fresh blueberries are sort of green on the inside…kinda like grapes?) After about five minutes, boss’s kid was ready to go. After about half an hour, friend’s kid was ready to go. Too bad, so sad! I ended up with about three pounds of berries. Made some blueberry pancakes yesterday. Yrm. Anya liked them, too.

While I was out frolicking through the berry field, Andy was at home hard at work…sleeping. He did wake up eventually, though, and chiseled the yicky, sticky vinyl floor tiles out of the bathroom. (Notice the rotten wood to the left and the nice pretty wall to the right.)

He started complaining about his legs hurting, but he figured it was from sitting on the floor for so long. He finished cleaning up the floor, went to Lowes for plywood to repair the floor, and returned home and proceeded to work on a nice little fever complete with body aches and a desire to barf. He’s been sick ever since.

Someone please tell me why he couldn’t have gotten sick BEFORE he took the toilet and sink out of the nice bathroom?

This morning while I was out feeding animals, I spied some nice, ripe black raspberries. I picked some but was kept from many by the poison ivy. Maybe this evening I’ll suit up and steer the lawn mower into that living barrier. Or, maybe I’ll get a sledge hammer and smash up a wall in the bathroom. Or maybe I’ll just take a nap.