Today, is one of those get everything lined out before I bolt days. I've got laundry going, bills being paid, animal care lists getting typed, reservations being confirmed, you know, the usual pre-travel stuff.Tomorrow, we head south to Boise for Idaho Youth Shotgun State Competition. It's the boy's last competition before he graduates high school and heads off on his new adventure in the US Navy. My hubs also coaches the team, so we've got thirteen kids and their parents to wrangle for the next four days too.

As a former librarian who is friends with still practicing librarians, I am often presented with the opportunity to volunteer in community events. Of course, if you know librarians, it's more of a voluntold position, but I like to think I have a choice in the matter.

So begins another.I've been thinking a lot about change and beginnings and endings a lot here lately. Yesterday, I took my last final and finished up with my school year. That in and of itself feels like an accomplishment, especially because I have been deathly ill every winter for the past three years. But even more than that, my life is getting ready to transition in the most out of the box sort of ways, and I honestly am so burnt that I am riding the wave like a character out of *Dazed And Confused. *

I don't know what was up with the animal kingdom this week, but holy hectares in Haiti were they full of it. By it, I mean mischief and general shenanigans. But let me not get ahead of myself.The first thing that happened was I was on the dreaded book of Faces checking out a couple community pages, as it sometimes is helpful to be informed and at the very least my community's input is often drama-filled and entertaining.

Things have been full of all manner of scenes here, mostly scenes of me doing things and being randomly amused by the creatures who live on the farm with us. Over the last couple of days I have been haphazardly darting around, wheelbarrow in hand, weeding flower beds, seeding warm weather seedlings in the greenhouse, keeping existing seedlings well-watered since our weather is quite balmy, all between finishing up school and social obligations.

It sometimes occurs to me that even when I am feeling rough I am still quite busy. When I am feeling good I am almost otherworldly so. It's an odd thing that, as I love to do stuff, and it's much easier to do that when you aren't almost dying from lack of iron and other bodily dysfunction reasons.