Maybe I should have titled this entry: “Farm Living, the Final Round” or “I Get to Sleep in my Own Bed Tonight”. Because as I sit here, I no longer am house/petsitting in the country. This morning marked the final haul for me to feed the critters and make sure everyone was set up and good. I think I made it to Sunday before I was “over it”, but I think I was only over it because the house is SO FAR from everything. I went to a concert in Atlanta on Sunday night (Counting Crows and Toad the Wet Sprocket: the 90s Revival Tour) and it took FOREVER for me to get back to the house afterwards. For the most part, the animals were awesome. They’re sweet, friendly, loving, and just want some pets and treats (ALOT of treats; I am the petsitter, after all). The question is: do I still want a farm one day? Let’s see how the week on the farm went.
On Wednesday, I was a wreck. Totally anxious and nervous, wondering which animal would be the first to kick the bucket on my watch. I am proud to say that all animals survived my stay, though, to be honest, I can’t quite see all 7 of the frogs at any given time. I’m pretty confident that they are still amongst the living, but I can’t be sure. By Thursday night, I was feeling much better, my crappy first-nights-sleep notwithstanding. By Friday, I was a pro. I had their schedule down and knew all of their names (except for 4 of the chickens, but seriously? I had alot to remember). After work on Friday, I swung by and visited with my brother who works not far from this house. It was nice to get out of the housesitting/work/housesitting pattern for a little while.
On Saturday, I was most bitter to be woken up by the pups at the ripe hour of 6 am. I put them outside, fed the cats and the bunny, fed the chickens, then crawled back into bed for a late morning early mid afternoon nap. I did a little work on Saturday afternoon, which included bathing the bearded dragon lizard Marshall, and then swung by my house to swap clothes and visit with my cat. The LunaBearLove was VERY happy to see me, even though I must have smelled like a zoo to her. I went out to dinner with my whole family on Saturday night to Chili’s. Does anyone else ever sing “Chiliiiiiiiiiii’s…baby back ribs” in their heads when they see that restaurant? It always pops into my head, but sung in a Scottish accent ala Fat Bastard from Austin Powers. My brain is a fun place to be. At Chili’s, I rocked the black bean burger (no bun, no cheese, add guacamole) and it was delightful. The entire family helped me think of more movies for the list “Movies to See Before You Die” that we were making for our cousin. She naively asked “What movie is this?” while we were watching “Point Break” at the beach, and I almost threw her over the balcony. I mean, it’s not her fault. But we feel a responsibility as her family to force into watching the movies that make this world worth living. At the end, the list was 6 pages long, single spaced. I’m still thinking of movies that were not on the list, btw. The list will never end. After dinner, I drove back to the house and fell asleep at the late hour of 10 pm on a Saturday night. It’s a rough life I lead, let me tell you.
Sunday began the same way Saturday did, with the pups waking me up at 6 am. You can’t blame them, though, because they hadn’t peed in many hours. I fed everyone then crawled back into bed for a nap. I peeked at my friend’s neighbors and was delighted to see that their horses were out. I have been given full liberty on feeding the horses carrots and apples. I got some food ready and went over and called to them. How does one call a horse? I ended up calling them over by waving a carrot and talking to them like they were cats, because that’s normal. Here’s the hilarious part of this: the horses had no clue who I was, yet I had food. They came over, I fed them, then when I ran out of food, they simply turned around and kept eating grass. Like this was no big deal. What an awesome life these horses live! They had a stranger feed them delicious food and then they bounced. Amazing.
After that, I got ready for the concert. Counting Crows is in my top two favorite bands of all time (the other is Fleetwood Mac; I’m seeing them in December with Poppa Veg-head!) so I was very excited to see them again. I had never been to Chastain before but the venue was super fun. I even treated myself to a band t-shirt. It was truly a beautiful night with great weather. Side note: Adam Duritz was in my dream last night, and we were just hanging out like old friends, and he was interested in a friend of mine even though I liked him. By the end of the dream, he was starting to notice me (little ol’ me!) in a more-than-friends way. Why the hell did I dream that last night? It’s just so crazy.
Getting home from the concert felt like I was playing Grand Theft Auto on crack. One of my headlights is a little wonky after my dad backed into my car, and the streets are super windy in the country. I felt bad about the dogs having been outside almost all day, but they were totally fine. No doubt they went for dips in the kiddie pool for entertainment.
Apparently when you hit 32 years of age, you can no longer go to sleep at 1 and wake up at 6 and pretend to function like a normal human being. I was nothing short of a WRECK on Monday. A total and complete hot mess. I was a walking freak show and hid in my office all day. I’ve realized that I need a minimum of 7.5-8 hours of sleep to feel normal. Back in the day, I was lucky to get 5 hours of sleep. But I was a young pup then (and most likely up to no good) so I could get away with it. I also guzzled coffee like water, but I digress.
Monday was a blur, but the animals were totally fine. They gave me some distance when I was a zombie, which I thought was kind. Tuesday was great, even though I pulled Jury Duty for half of the day, and I started to get happy that my housesitting duties were coming to an end. In a weird turn of events, I realized that I had gotten used to this schedule and these animals. I came to grips with the fact that I was going to miss that house and the animals, and being alone out in the country really soothed my soul. How did this happen? Honestly, I didn’t expect this at all. I had gotten used to our little routine and their big personalities; and sleeping with 5 dogs in your room is actually better than I imagined.
Yes, I still want a farm. Yes, I want cows and pigs and goats and turkeys and chickens and sheep on my farm. I may be insane, but the animals will still love me.