My day, with no pictures

5:00am: Alarm goes off.
5:03am: Run downstairs to see why my son, Aidan, isn't up yet.
5:45am: Son and I run out the front door with his ski gear, my laptop, my farm apparel, my food for sanctuary board meeting, my fuzzy blanket and pillow. Why do I have so much more to carry than he does?
6:15am: Get son to ski bus just in the nick of time before it leaves. I really hate being late. Or almost being late.
6:40am: Drive south to a local public transportation park-n-ride, climb into the back of my truck and take a nap.
7:45am: Wake up freezing, call my mom to see if I can come over because it's really cold in the car (and I have to pee). She says "of course". Moms are like that.
8:00am: Drink coffee and chat with my mom and stepdad. We talk about pruning raspberries, hot and cold compost piles, the book "In Defense of Food", and funny things my pup, Roxy, has done lately. I really love those two people.
9:05am: My mom asks me to help her remember her blogger login and password so that she can leave comments for me on my blog again. It takes us a bit, but we figure it all out.
9:35am: Eat a hard-boiled egg and chocolate chip cookie, both of which were made by my mom. Both are extra yummy-tasting because of this.
9:40am: Fly out the door, late as usual, and drive to the "Cat Adoption Team", a local cat rescue facility, approximately 25 minutes south, to load up about 300 pounds of dry dog and cat food for the Lighthouse Farm Sanctuary into the back of my truck. No more naps for me in the back of the truck today.
10:40am: Start the 75 minute drive to the Lighthouse Farm Sanctuary. Today is volunteer work party day *and* the board meeting afterwards.
12:00pm - 1:00pm: Arrive at Lighthouse Farm Sanctuary. Feed carrots to 400lb pig named Luke. Check on status of henhouse mucking out. Unload 300 pounds of dry dog and cat food into tool shed. Feed apples and carrots to sheep, goats, donkeys, Roy the cow, and Ben and Fyrefly, the horses. I get off easy today - a bunch of other people are already mucking out the sheep and the goat pens.
1:00 - 3:30pm: Farm Sanctuary Board Meeting. Difficult discussions today. We've had a hard winter. The state of the economy is affecting us. Donations are down. Animal abandonment, neglect and abuse are up. We're excited, though, because our annual Easter event is coming up, which is a lot of fun and normally brings in a lot of money for the farm. So it appears that we are simultaneously a bit depressed yet still hopeful. What's up with that?
3:35pm: Hose off black rubber boots. Mud and manure are caked almost to the tops of them.
3:48pm: Leave the farm, heading back to Portland in time to meet Aidan at his ski bus. But, oops, I've forgotten my laptop at my mom's, so another quick stop-over there is needed.
4:55pm: Hug my mom, talk to my stepdad about his poetry selection process (he writes for and publishes an incredible bi-annual poetry journal (Windfall) that focuses on poetry of place), run back out the door to get Aidan.
5:15pm: Meet up with Aidan, relinquish the driver's seat so he can drive (learner's permit), start drive back home.
6:00pm: Stop to pick up miscellaneous fast food for dinner (Panda Express and Mexican), finish drive home, hug my husband, check email.
9:12pm: Sit by a really nice fire, with glass of wine and pup by my side, and see if, when I document my day's events, whether I think anyone else will find them interesting at all.

I can't decide.