This morning Miss M and I went to a working bee at her school. I was lured partly by a promise of bacon sandwiches, and the desire to contribute to the school community in a small way. Miss M was only interested in building the chicken coop. Since the foreman for the build was a late starter due to a horrific hangover, we carried and stacked huge planks, various sized rocks, and then dug holes in the most insanely clay filled ground I’ve ever seen. Apparently the holes will eventually have trees planted in them, and I can only wish them good luck in their quest to survive.

After dumping a few wheelbarrow fulls of the dirt from the holes, I indulged in the bacon sandwich that had drawn me there in the first place. Miss M preferred hot chocolate with marshmallows, then asked for several bites of my sandwich since there were only sausages left. Then she decided to have a sausage as well. By this time, it was drizzling fairly savagely, but everyone was undeterred. I was charmed by the sight of my daughter hefting huge logs around in the rain, wearing adult sized gardening gloves and a huge grin. I hope when we finally find a house there’ll be some sort of garden she can dig up and haul things around in.

The only sour note came when Miss M wasn’t able to help with the chicken coop because of a large amount of power tools being used. The nail gun freaked me out a little, so I was glad I didn’t have to be the person to say she couldn’t join in. She complained bitterly, and reminded me she wasn’t a child … but luckily we had a house inspection to go to so I was able to use that as an excuse.

The inspection was quite out of control attendance wise, with the real estate agent acting as a door bitch to keep some order. James was in danger of hitting his head on many different parts of the roof, so I think it’s safe to say it’s not top of our list.

Today I’m loving: the coffee I had at the market this morning (see coffee, I do still love you!)