Paperwork is Still Paperwork

It matters little that a good deal of my paperwork is now done on the computer.  It is still paperwork, ignorable, hateful paperwork.   It still gets procrastinated ’til the last minute (or beyond) and I still have unrealized fantasies about it being incredibly organized and caught up, and it is still hard to find things under pressure. 

Like this morning.  Just with this blogging thing (we won’t talk about the Farm paperwork or my checking account will we?),  I would love to brag that I am finally all caught up on my Reader, (and have been for two whole mornings) but really it is only because my new Reader has barely an eighth of my old list. 

And earlier this week, I got my header challenge in on time, but my post was missing most of what I wanted to say, (lucky you eh Dear Reader?).

This morning, I found that I have won the Silver medal for the week and I know I have the picture of it somewhere to put it in today’s post.  But really, you ought to hear rifling through piles of stuff like in real life because I can’t seem to find it….

Ahh here it is.  There you have it, there was a tie between Dave and Chris for gold and I won the silver.   Hmmm.  Doesn’t that really mean third place? 

At first this week’s challenge was exactly that, a challenge, but when I took a ride in the woods with Bet on Monday I knew what I needed to take a shot of, too bad I didn’t have my camera with me.  Lesson learned. 

So of course I procrastinated until Wednesday morning.  Which according to the weather and the fact that I don’t have to be done until one o’clock could assuredly have been fine.  But it wasn’t. 

Fog.  Dense, reflection disabling fog had descended on the farm.  Everywhere.  It was beginning to look like the only shot would have been of the jars in the canning kettle.  But then right around eleven the fog began to lighten up and so Bet and I took a two legged walk around the farm for the two shots. 

I wanted the backyard shot for sure because I knew Dirt was going to be taking down the awnings this week and I was cleaning up the dining room and soon there would barely be any signs of a late summer wedding.  Save for the dress that hangs on the back of my bedroom door for now.

Well Dear Reader, I am in fact putting away all the wedding supplies in the dining room along with packing away all our summer decorations so that Bet and I can get out our autumn decorations and get ready to get all cozy.  If it hadn’t been for the wedding I do believe we would have made sure that the fall decor had at least a little start before we left for the fair.

Because of the nature of turkeys and quail (hunting season, Thanksgiving and all) we have a tendency to do a autumnal look for our booth at the fair.  It seems to be going a bit backwards to come home to summer decor and green pumpkins. 

I could do nothing about the pumpkins this year, not my fault, that one is in the weather’s bad column, but it seems a shame to be just now getting to the start of fall decor.    But Bet and I will quickly catch up and soon we will have the autumn spirit going strong at the Farm.

In a similar vein, Bet is finally stripping her bedroom for a complete make over, most likely the last one it will ever get.  Something we were hoping to get to before Anna left, oh well.  And we still have the office to get completely put together and holy moly you should see my Fiber House (commonly known as the Laundry House at present) a heap o’ mess. 

Consequently, we have quite a bit of work to do before we can take our winter rest, not to mention the same ol’ same ol’ in the fall that we love to do, flower bulb and garlic planting, preping beds for spring, trimming back and putting tender plants into winter storage, harvesting, butchering and storing food supplies… The list is long.

But I am determined to stay on top of this blogging/journaling thing not to mention the paperwork thing.  We are contemplating participating in NPIP (National Poultry Improvement Program).  Part of what they do is come and look at your records.  “What records,” Bet asks!  The records we are supposed to be keeping on something other than our faulty greymatter cells.

I, we, have a lot of work to do.