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This weeks newsletter is missing some pieces. I had visitors from Texas sleeping in my study and I just do not write as well away of my own studio study. Then yesterday I was delivering my Texas visitors back to the train (2 hours driving) and time is simply not malleable.
The finiteness of time in a day is so confining.
The note to myself today:
The limited hours in a day is a restriction I subconsciously argue with each and every hour.
People who manage their time well are the real geniuses. I strive for good time management daily.
🍯Time your frequent tasks to see how long they actually take to complete. (This makes assigning a block to time to a task so much easier).
🍯 Write a list for five minutes in the early morning. Then prioritize that list! Then assign a block of time to each task.
🍯Be prepared to reorganize your priorities a couple of times at least a day.
I am a writer and a farmer. Believe me when I say if I approach a day without organization it turns to shit fast. 🌞
Today I start making the outside run for the Pop Pops. The Pop Pops are 10 pounds of wild thing. They are small! And canny. Like little shiny muscle machines. I can practically see their brains whirring with bad plans. So they are going out into the field a little early.
Here is the story about their brush with cows the other day. Thankfully they did not escape far. But they cannot escape at all while I am away next week and they are bored with their quarantine now. Time to build stage two before they find another way out.
The pig pen will be made with hog and cattle panels and stakes. So it is more tedious than heavy to build. It will have shade from the walnut tree. And the babies will take their baby house with them. For cosy nights. But it must be inescapable. As time goes by it will get bigger and in the long run I hope to let the four little pigs run free in the fields with the cows in the day time so they will only be IN during the night.
Which is why they need a ton of ‘follow me’ training.
Now is a good time to make the pen because we have had rain and the ground is softer for hammering in the posts.
Part One of the pig pen will be in the right half of the above shot. The turkeys will have company!
It is raining again! Yay!
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12 responses to “Time to Move”
Those Pop Pops are definitely like Tima!
I could probably put them all together. She would be a great hottie for them! But Tima would eat all their food!
Ha ha she’d make them worse!
well done, and time is the ever-elusive beast
I think turkeys are generally made to be ugly so people will eat them- even though I know these turkeys are for working and not food. Perhaps they will simply scare the bugs into submission then eat them up without any effort… So thankful to be able to read the newsletter along with this post C. Good luck with all the construction and pig wrangling!
I used to be good at time management and actually gave courses in it. Now that I’m retired. I’m rubbish at it. But I do make lists and that is important. Perhaps that’s what helps me get things done. I do love crossing things off my list!
Ah yes!
I make lists in notes on my phone and ticking a task off is magic!
seems every time I think I have it down, a task slated for x amount of time turns up an issue and ends up taking y amount of time and my schedule is shot to hell.
Yup! That’s the one!
“I can practically see their brains whirring with bad plans.” I love that — so true! One of the families in our local homeschool group brought an orphan piglet to a park meetup this spring, and it was the funnest/funniest thing ever. So smart and playful, so full of bad plans.
That must have been wonderful. Pigs raised without a pack can become amazingly tame.
I used to be excellent at remembering and managing time without the use of pen and paper, but no longer. I’m now addicted to lists, and like you, I know exactly how long certain tasks take. I can feed Higgins his evening meal, and while he’s eating it I have enough time to push the chook tractor back to the permanent run and hen house, usher the Girls in and organise the grain for the next morning. When I get back, Higgins is ready for his cube of cheese ‘dessert’. It takes exactly 25 minutes to prepare the Husband’s coffee, soup, fruit, snacks and sandwich for his work day, and so on. There’s a certain reassuring monotony, but when you’re responsible for the health and comfort of animals, monotony is both necessary and reassuring.