The weekend was very busy. I do know that because of my crazy schedule I am awake by 5:00 am. But it was all a blur.
Saturday I fed the girls, gave them some treats. Took my life in my hands with the ice on the ground. Squared up the quilt I finished the day before, buried my threads, took out some quilting in a small section and I will quilt that section over.
I cooked a pot of beans and corn bread for dinner. The beans even came out right. DH and I did something we rarely do, we watched a movie Twelve Years a Slave.
Sunday we had temps in the mid 40's which is lovely. Again I am up at 5:00 am. The municipality that DH works for do leaf collections. The residents rake the leaves out to the street curb, and the workers rake the leaves to the street, and suck them up into a truck which kind of mulches them up. The snow and ice has messed up their schedule too, so they are desperately trying to get them up off the streets before they have more snow and ice.
I fed the girls no danger today except that I get mobbed when I walk in. I think they are digging a tiger pit in their pen so they can capture prey. Hopefully I am not the prey.
Ran to the grocery store, Joann's for some supplies to make Christmas gifts, the bread store, the bank, to the MIL's to deliver eggs. I left the house at 8:30 am and I did not get home until close to 3 pm. I started a pot of chili, unloaded and put away part of the groceries, did dishes and DH was home. Not much sewing getting accomplished.
My mother called and asked what I did all weekend. I could not tell her much because I just couldn't remember and it seemed like I accomplished so little. Isn't it strange when you do a ton of things but can't remember anything you did?