Journal Entry 8

It has been raining for days. I’m sick of the constant downpour. The front of the main house is looking more like a lake than a front yard. A couple of the bunkhouses already have water up to their entryways. Most of the fort is a mud trap. Walking from building to building is a challenge. I need a pair of boots.

Amazingly, my list of chores is empty. I’m not sure how that happened. Joshua usually has a list of items he wants and needs accomplished. Cage is still banishing me from his work teams. I can only apologize so many times for the plank hitting him in the head. I fed the chicks and climbed inside their chicken coup to make sure all 24 are still pecking around. I have a fear of them drowning or being stuck in the mud.

There is nothing to do but sit around and twiddle my thumbs. I want to do something fun. I cleaned up the main house. I washed dishes and I dusted. I mopped. Although, mopping was really a waste of time because every time I thought I had the floor clean someone would walk thru the front doors with muddy shoes on. I let Joshua have it after mopping the same area about 5 times. I yelled at him to take his boots off on the porch. He just smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek and sad “No”.

Joshua and Marty are trying to fix one of the fences, or something. I tried to get Joshua to put off the fence repair until the rain stopped.  He said it was bad management to put chores on hold just because of the weather. Maybe, but if he ends up with pneumonia, I’m not catering to him.