Must...........Have........Coffee

I generally write all this stuff early in the morning before the house becomes a humming hive of people dumping clothes on the dining room table, floor etc., yelling for vice grips, dogs barking, cat howling for canz and mom hollering, "Get those shotgun shells off the kitchen table/dining room table/counter/washing machine etc."

Thus some of the typos are caused by my general literacy level (or lack thereof) and some of them are caused by coffee (or the lack thereof).

Should you be wondering by now where all this is going....yesterday, while going about a busy day involving bookkeeping, cleaning up after the weekend and making wild turkey soup out of the wild turkey I overcooked the day before, I planned a post about the joys of having a window over the kitchen sink.

And it is a joyful thing by the way. I don't know if anyone has ever done a study on how much time a farm mom spends doing dishes, washing and cutting up vegetables from the garden and boning out wild turkeys and other things, wild and domestic, but it is a lot. A nice view of unmowed lawn and shaggy heifers grazing under glowing maple trees kind of takes the curse off the boring if you know what I mean. (Add an iPod and it is almost fun....better than what everybody else did yesterday anyhow, which is cleaning stables.)

However when I sat down to write about it, I realized that every thought on the topic, except for the topic itself that is, had fled my mind. Plus the pictures I took for it came out about as humdrum as doing dishes is. (One of these days I will wash the window and knock down the big wasp nest on the frame).

So I will go get my first cup of coffee out of the microwave, let Gael in, since she is barking on the porch, and see if anything comes back to me.


Later:
Hmmmm, nope, nada, zilch, nothing.........the coffee is cold. The cat won't shut up because we are out of canz, and the other cats knocked a bucket down, effectively locking the back door shut and causing me to have to use farm wife ingenuity (not to mention colorful language) to get the door open.....My brain won't cooperate.....sorry about that.