Okay, so we went from snow last week to sixty degrees today. I'm confused, but then again, this is New England. It's been a very busy weekend. Saturday morning our meat chickens went to slaughter, and we had two hockey games to attend that same afternoon, then another three this afternoon. While Whit took the meat birds to the slaughterer, I went shopping for my Secret Sister at the Maine Craft Fair. I had a great time with my friends, but got home just in time to head off for the two hockey games Whit was reffing, and we were keeping score for. The birds had to sit in ice baths until we were done. The weather wasn't too bad when we went into the rink, but by the time we were done, it had started to pour. We got the leftovers from Hurricane Ida. We slogged home, and after a fast dinner of pizza, I got to work cutting up chicken and bagging it for our freezer. My wonderful friend Brenda came to help; a dozen of the chickens were hers. It was very late by the time we were done, and I didn't get to bed until even later, after bleaching all my counters, cutting boards, utensils and floor.
Today was another big hockey day. Today, TBear had a game to play. I've decided that TBear and I are a great team at the score-keeping job. I keep the score sheet while he runs the clock. I don't have to think about what's going on with the electronics, I just write the score and penalties and watch the game. However, a few minutes after we arrived at the rink for TBear's game, it became apparent that the scorekeeper for his game was a no-show. I was summoned. Uh oh... I had never run the clock. I have nice, legible handwriting; my job is to keep the scoresheet while TBear runs the clock! Now, I had to do both our jobs for his game. The learning curve was rather vertical, but I managed. (Thank goodness for all the mental Mad-Math Minutes TBear and I do! : D ) Nobody threw tomatoes at me, and the coaches cut me some slack... in spite of my not being able to post the penalty times. Oh well. I figured out how to enter those half-way through the first period. Meanwhile I had scratch paper handy and just told the guys what time they could get back on the ice. It sounds easy when you're sitting at your computer reading this, but it does get kind of busy, and I don't like making mistakes, so perhaps that makes me more neurotic than most.
After all the hockey excitement today, I got to come home and finish boiling chicken carcasses down and packaging the remaining meat for the freezer. I am so thankful for the Food Saver vacuum packer that my mom gave us years ago. Hopefully, the 20 cut up birds I have in my freezer will carry us through at least until next summer when we will raise more meat birds.
Meanwhile, it's late again, I'm done for the day, and I think I will turn in soon. Tomorrow begins our last week before we take a week-long vacation from school for the Thanksgiving holiday. I am also really looking forward to spending some time with my daughter, (whom I see infrequently, and who will be home soon,) making good things to eat, perhaps doing some knitting, and just generally enjoying her company.
I'm glad tomorrow is Monday though. I need a break. : D
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