I took the Christmas decorations down today. That's right, call me Grinch, but I just couldn't have them up anymore. I did, however, leave up the "Wintery" ones like the Christmas village, and the ice skating people and some snowflakes I had here and there. I know winter will be here for awhile yet, even though we had rain today, which totally took away all the snow we did have, but that's another story.
My husband sent me to the feed mill today to get feed for the chickens. I initially didn't want to go, I wanted to stay at home all day, but I went. I never thought 6 years ago I would be on a small acreage with animals that I would have to go buy feed for at the feed mill. The feed mill is not my kinda place. It's Brent's kinda place. He loves to go and talk the ear off the man who works there. I'll just say it again, it's NOT my kinda place. Enough said.
Brent called me early this morning from work and told me that the first house I had ever lived in, which is only about 4 1/2 miles away, was on fire. Since the feed mill and my old house are on the same road, after I got feed, I drove by. There were tons of people helping out the family that lived there. They were hauling parts of the house away and burning it in the pasture area. I haven't lived there in 19 years, but it made my stomach turn. I couldn't believe that it was gone. It means my first house will no longer be my first house anymore. It will be something totally different, and all it's own.
I'm on vacation from school till next Wednesday, and I feel guilty every minute I find myself sitting down. Strange, I know, but I actually sat down to eat breakfast today with a book, and after I ate and read about 4 pages, I got up and started what turned out to be the rest of my day. Sure, I did a couple loads of laundry, got feed, delivered eggs, folded clothes, changed the sheets, did some scrapbooking, swept the floors, and made supper, but all I really wanted to do was sit in a chair all day and read my book!