No Worries

Hey, there.  Watcha doin’?

Me?  Oh.

Well, I have chickens in my living room that need to grow up and move out.  I have no idea how to integrate them with the rest of the flock so that the older birds don’t kill them.  Also, I think that if we’re going to have chicks in the living room on a regular basis, which seems to be the norm, we might want to make some sort of brooder that is more attractive – and secure – than our 12-inch high kiddie pool.  I’m not concerned, though.

I also have sheep in my field.  I’m not a real big fan of them right now, so they were slated to be dinner, but they’re starting to grow on me.  The two lambs will definitely be dinner, but I don’t know about the sheep.  Anyway, I’ll have to figure out pretty soon how to go about getting an animal slaughtered and turned into neatly wrapped packages for the freezer.  No stress, though.

We might be getting a piano.  Someone gave us an organ, and I found someone who wants to trade, but the organ is stored in the garage and I’d want a piano in the house.  Our house is not designed with any particular amount of wall space and I can only think of two potential places to put a piano.  One is right here at my desk.  I wouldn’t have a desk anymore.  The other is in the living room where the bookshelves are.  We wouldn’t have bookshelves anymore.  I don’t have any anxiety about it, though.

And did I mention that school starts next week???  Not that I’m worried, of course.  Lessons for all six children are planned out.  We have a disaster-proof schedule in place to get it all done.  I located an additional three hours per day which prevents me from having to teach phonics and algebra while milking the cow.  The school room is in perfect order, clean and uncluttered, an ideal learning environment.  And the freezer is stocked with ready-made, home-cooked meals so I won’t have to worry about dinner till the first quarter break.

NOT!

Okay, maybe I’m a little worried.