Even though I had more on my plate today than an enthusiastic buffet attendee, I still had homestead chores to attend to, so after running the boy to school because his truck is up in Bonners Ferry at our friend's shop, running to Sandpoint which is about 45 minutes away to give a blood offering to the medical cartel, and doing several hours of schoolwork, I got around to one of the chores I had to get done today, potting on seedlings.

So, the last couple of days, while busy as usual, were also pretty fun. There were 2nd edition D&D interludes while snacking on slow roasted, smoked pork, a taco night MTG Commander-fest, a visit to my grandma and auntie complete with a homemade cookie delivery, burning of piles and trees, and so on and so forth.

Okay, most topics are my favorite topic, but as someone with the stature and lifestyle of a Hobbit, I will say that food is pretty much my jam. Yes, that was probably a slather too far, but I am fond of toasting myself.Ugh, I will stop now.

If the sun happens to come out during the final days of March, you will almost always find me outside with a pile of winter tree detritus burning and a rake in my hand. I'm actually quite curious if some wayward creature is going to plop through here and lecture me about the evils of burning wood's waste like has happened in years past. It's one of my favorite spring happenings! In North Idaho you either burn the wood's duff now or you burn up completely later. I don't know about you, but I don't mind a bit of raking and burning compared to my entire farm becoming an inferno due to improper land stewardship.

Even though I have been home for a couple days, thoughts of the Western Regional Junior Clay Target Championship are still fresh in my well-traveled mind. Now me, I am just Mom, I am present to provide logistics and support. All the hotel accommodations, vehicle concerns, financial stuff, and food are my realm. I make sure everything in background is lined out, wrangle friends and family (and occasionally run interference with parents for the hubs), and enjoy the show.

Holy mileage!Since last Wednesday, I haven't sat down other than to sleep. And that is not hyperbole. It's been an adventure!What am I blabbering about, and why was I gone from posting for almost two weeks? Well, my son competed in the Western Regional Clay Championships in Las Vegas, which is 1134 miles from my house. It's fairly easy to fly with a firearm in the US, but ammo is another story, and we had to take all of the team's ammo, so we had several thousand shotgun rounds to deal with, so, like last year, we drove.