Eat, brunch, nap, repeat

Cowboy got home from work just a bit before 4 a.m. 
I'm supposed to be helping him keep up with the days he works over, but I’ve gotten a bit lazy. 
This week, at least, I can go back through my camera. 
I want to say he worked over Wednesday and Thursday, but that might be inaccurate. 
He surprised me by getting up at 10:30 a.m., but he knew Gealach was coming up.

Badger and I were up with the chickens. 
We had last‑minute clean up to do, and then she spent the morning in the kitchen cooking. 
She had biscuits, gravy, plain pancakes, blueberry pancakes, and sausage.

Heron worked of course, but he snagged a sausage and biscuit for the road.

Peacock, Gealach, and Turtle made it up at 11 a.m.
Breakfast was eaten, and for once it actually got eaten.

Cowboy ate and went to sleep in his recliner.

Peacock, Gealach, Badger, and I took a little walk around the yard. We came in, and Peacock and Gealach stretched out on the couch and went to sleep. I felt like I was in a hotel with all the snoring going on around me.

Badger was back in her room.
 I sat in the living room with my book.

I think Badger got a bit antsy. 
She quietly sneaked into the living room with her camera and asked if I wanted to dognap Turtle. 
So we took Turtle out for a little photo shoot, and no one was the wiser.

Everyone finally woke up at 2:30 p.m., and Peacock was on the road by 3 p.m. 
It was a strange way to celebrate Easter, but we never claimed to be a normal family.

Gealach seemed to like her Easter bag this time, but the blank diary was not a blank diary. 
It seemed to be a book of puzzles. 
I should have actually looked at the thing. 
She scribbled in it until she took her nap, though.

She's a theater kid. 
When Heron was in school they were called drama llamas.
Her outfit today was creative.
Shorts, tights, a white T-shirt, a flannel shirt, and leg warmers.
Oh yeah, 80s leg warmers, although I remember mine being slouchy and tight at the ankles.
She is her mom and dad's child.

After Peacock and Gealach left I told Badger I was going to go read a bit. 
I headed to the bedroom.
I wasn't in there long when I heard what sounded like drilling coming from the living room, so I decided I’d better check it out.
Badger had gone in and was trying to put up a new curtain rod behind my desk.
Cowboy was just watching her.
I told him to help her, dang it, she was a freaking shrimp, and was going to kill herself falling off the stool.
It's not like she could actually reach above the window.
She’d probably even have had trouble with a ladder, but as it was, she was on a little step stool.
He let her get one bracket in and then stepped in to put the second one up.
There was no way that shorty could have reached in the corner safely.
So now I have a very pretty new curtain rod she sneaked and bought me.
She’d already put two new rods up in her room, but thankfully one window she could stand on her bed to reach, and I don’t want to know how she managed with her closet.

Badger headed back to her room.
Cowboy headed to the yard.
I was playing on the computer when I heard buzzing coming from the backyard. I decided to be nosey, and darn if Cowboy wasn't cutting down that tree. He worked on it until nearly dark.
He has all the lower branches off. I don’t think he knows what to do about the upper branches.
That tree is tall.
Badger and I sat on the she-shed watching him. I told her we needed to be close by in case we had to call 911. A 66-year-old man chainsawing a tree, clinging to a rickety ladder like a monkey, is a recipe for disaster. Luckily all went well.

I’d almost swear with all those heavy branches cut off that tree isn’t bending over as badly anymore.
Maybe he could just leave it.
Even if it falls down now, he's got enough of the branches off it won’t do as much damage. 
It may still take out the power lines, but I think it’ll skip the houses.

He finished what he could and came inside for supper, and watched his TV.

I’m on my tablet in my bedroom. 
Badger and I are watching “The X‑Files.”
Badger has been saying that she read reviews where the show started going downhill badly.
I think we may have finally reached that season.
Tonight’s episodes were horrible.

No plans for tomorrow of course. It'll just be another Sunday for us.
Cowboy will probably nap the day away. Badger and I will find something to do, probably no walking as it will be Easter.

I'm getting off of here, and we'll finish these last three episodes up and call it a day.