This week has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wasn’t taking my supplements at the proper levels, forgetting to factor in my recent injuries, and I ended up quite down. I thought that I would sell my chickens and chop down what is left of my garden and be done with it.
A day of the proper doses and I was back in fighting trim.
I do admit to pushing myself to do things and then regretting it later. I helped a bit with the handrails on the new back steps:
In retrospect, probably not the greatest decision. But it felt so good to be doing something normal.
The tomato plant has finally hit the Ripen button, and we’ve started picking. Yes, the plants got so big they collapsed on themselves, in spite of the metal cages, and we’ve tied them up like they are circus tents.
But there is sad news in the midst of new steps and new tomatoes. Mrs. Duck is ill. I’m not sure what is is. She is having trouble raising her head and maintaining balance. We’ve force-fed her Neem, water, some pellets, and put her into quarantine. We’ll see if she pulls through. Frankly, she’s too evil to die easily, so there is that in her favor.
So, The Bionic Homesteader lives to fight another day. With Ibuprofen in one hand and nothing in the other cuz it would hurt, she presses on. I hope you will too.