day 25 and what’s the point?

I am on vacation. You would think i would gay and happy. I am surely gay but I do not feel very happy.
I am in gorgeous Montana with my partner, daughter, and son-in-law. I can do anything I want to do. My MT family are supportive and loving.

Yet, here I am hating my body. Wishing I was dead. Wishing my gut wasn’t so big. Still wanting to eat everything in sight and then hating myself for eating everything.

My emotions are controlled by my body, it appears. If my body feels thin, I am happy. If my body feels fat, which is most of the time, I am miserable.

I have gained 20 lbs since last year. I wasn’t skinny before the 20 lbs and I surely am not skinny with 20+ lbs on this 5’5″ frame. I have never been a skinny girl. that has never been my story. Even when I have lost some weight and felt a little better about myself, I was never a skinny chick.

at my “skinniest”, I am still a fluffy (er) girl. I have curves and rolls and my boobs bulge the buttons of the shirts. I wriggle and shimmer and shake to get into my jeans or shorts. I suck in my belly almost all of the time. I am not comfortable in my body. I am always trying to suck it, tuck it, make it smaller or smoother. It only works partially, in my mind. My body never changed from the spanks or the sucking in. It is just the same. The only thing that changes when I use or do those things is that I feel more aware of my bulging belly and under arm over the bra bulge. I feel self conscious. I feel every is judging me I feel every one is seeing my bulging body and thinking I’m gross. I talk to myself the whole time, judging my curves, hating my fluff, disgusted by the back-arm-bra- bulge in a constant state of comparison and perpetually being the fattest and the grossest.

The Portuguese word for “I” is “eu” and it is pronounced “ewww”. That “ewwwww” seems to capture how I feel myself and how “I” is interpreted by me, ewwwwwww.

Really, Dawn? Really? How do I encourage and support other women to love and honor themselves when I cannot find the space to honor myself? I can’t love myself. I have not been able to find the love and acceptance for myself.

I know there is a way to expand and grow my love of myself. I just continue to gross myself out and then shame myself for my feelings of shame. Then I eat something.

What is this feeling that prompts my eating? Honestly, I think it is a void I am filling. I say I am hungry but I don’t seem to be hungry. But I feel I am not enough and maybe if i stuff that emptiness with the most delicious foods, I won’t feel so empty. I feel I am living in lack and going without but if I just eat this one more meal, i will start tomorrow and tomorrow I won’t feel such lack in myself and in my life. but I don’t feel my life is lacking.

Yet, I am unable to sit still, just BE.

There in lies the whole crux, methinks. I am unable to just be, in my skin, in my thoughts, in my beliefs, in my feelings. I need something food, drink, work, busy-ness, bitchiness, something to fill that space of not wanting to sit in it with myself.

I recommitted to writing this blog on a daily basis to count down the days until MFR, 26 days until MFR, by the by. I wanted to chronicle the challenges and the planning of producing MFR. I wanted to share the feelings of being frantic and overwhelmed with all of the parts of producing MFR.

Now, I think that maybe I need to chronicle my feelings of being with myself. Just being.

Feeling fat is a reflection of my feelings about me. I want to continue to write and explore these feelings of not wanting to feel in the next several weeks as I navigate final production of MFR.

I promise to practice loving self-talk and if I don’t “follow all the rules” of what I think and feel I “should” be doing. Somehow, somewhere I set these rules for myself and they all just need to be chucked in the fuck up bucket.

I say these words not for you but for me. Because when all is said and done, I am living for me and my happiness since nobody else can do it for me.

I am beautiful regardless of how much I suck it in.

I am beautiful if my belly bulges. My appearance has nothing to do with my worthiness. Skinny is not prettier. I am perfect.

26 days until festival and i’m chilling in Montana

I woke up this morning, excited to enjoy my coffee on my patio, looking at the Mission Mountains.

For the past 3 mornings, I have heard a bear “greeting” me. She calls around 630am and this morning was not an exception.

Yesterday, we spent the day with my sister’s family and toured Glacier National Park. Mountains are incredible. The vastness, the magnitude, the waterfalls, and the humongous trees awed and humbled me. We hiked through the trail of Cedars and saw Cedars that had a diameter that was 4 x the size of me.

I woke up in Montana!!! 29 days

Yesterday was sort of the first day of my vacation. But damn it was a rough day of work and then travel. We were awake for almost 24 hours.

Our original travel itinerary started with a 4pm departure from Grand Rapids airport. We were scheduled to land in Denver at 5pm MTN. However, we spent some time circling the Denver airport before we were approved to land.

While the original lay over in Denver should have been 2 hours, our flight kept getting delayed.

We finally left Denver 2 hours late. Our ETA in Missoula was 1130pm. We knew my sister & BIL were coming to pick us up. WOW! were we surprised to see Ella & Logan too (my niece & nephew).

When we finally got our luggage and went outside, damn! There was the ghetto gypsy, my brother’s decked out, pimping, party BUS! What a freaking blast.

The ride to Ronan from Missoula was uneventful. It was too dark to see the mountains, again. I knew what would be awaiting me when I finally fell asleep and woke up: MOUNTAINVIEW.

The view here is gorgeous, just like a postcard, better than a postcard. I think I just heard a bear.

There is 29 days left until festival and I am on vacation. Several of the crew will be at the farm working this weekend, keeping production rolling and on schedule.

Part of the plumbing crew will be there do a mock construction of the plumbing for the gray holding tanks.

Grounds crew will be there handling like a mofo:

Spreading out carpets in ARC, every other tree row, to provide a “side walk” facilitating easier movement through ARC, (for women with mobility concerns). Q-tipping performer tent (releasing trapped water from the top of the tent, due to “pooling” in unlevel places). AND scrubbing the water totes, conquering that beast.

I am working extremely hard to get all of the tickets mailed out and more ticket sales keep coming in. YAY!!! MFR is going to be grand and glorious this year, our fifth anniversary.

I don’t know how I did it. OH WAIT! I don’t know how I did it because I DID NOT DO IT. MFR was a true community effort. The various crews have come together beautifully and synergistically. They have accomplished more together than the sum of their separate parts.

I was so worried about plumbing and electrical and grounds and so many parts of this festival. I was scared when M walked away that I would not be able to figure it out and produce this festival without her. I was right and I was wrong. I could not produce this alone. But I did produce this alone. I jsut didn’t micromanage or do all of the various production pieces. The crews did the pieces.

I learned to release and let go of so many things through out this production season. Each time I let it go, I learn more. I learn to trust the process, I learn to trust the people. I learn to trust my path and my vision. I learn that letting go is empowering and freeing. I am learning that my true power rests in trust, peace, and love. Without these elements, I can NOT produce festival, alone. With these elements, I am never alone. It is a curious mystery that I will spend many more years learning, unlearning, learning again.

29 days until festival and I feel amazing. I am in Montana. All is well. I am tired from lack of sleep but I am in MONTANA, on my patio, drinking coffee, looking at the mountains, and listening to Montana sounds!

I went in for another cup of coffee and found this confirmation from the universe:

I asked the question, “will festival be all right?” and I got this.

#dawnsjuicylife #montana #bigskycountry #dykeadventures

Daily writing is hard. 34 days until festival

Good morning. My intention was to write every day to document a little bit of the brain action that I experience in the final month before festival. That hasn’t happened.

I took a break from primary production mode. There was No work crew last weekend because Michigan is in typhoon season. It has rained, very heavy rains for the last 10 days in mid-Michigan. There has also been a tornado in Ionia county. The county that is located right in the middle work and home. Normally, I don’t take cover. But this time, the storm was extremely severe so we hit the basement for cover.

Taking refuge in the basement was a safe space from the possible tornado. In addition, it was a perfect opportunity to help Carmen unpack and set up her space.

She moved in two weeks ago. She hasn’t completely unpacked, which is understandable. There is a lot of change of starting a new job and moving, in addition to selling her house. Add on to that, an injured knee that is extremely painful. We were super happy to give a helping hand to our fam.

I am over writing about this day. I will write another blog about our travel day.

guess this is an every other day posting…36 days

Well crap. I forgot to write in here again.

It’s 36 days until festival. I am feeling an extreme amount of stress.

But today. Let’s focus, *I* shall focus on the positive, the good, the yummy, the JUICY.

my dad is in town from Montana. We are developing a relationship. It is sweet and is good for me, and I think it is good for him. It really touches my spirit. I enjoy his company so much and that is weird. I guess it is weird because it feels pressure-free.

I don’t want to go down the negative rabbit trail of my feelings regarding my parents (mom & adopted dad). I will say it was never pressure-free. It has felt like a big giant chasm of hurt feelings and anger for a very long time. To be able to feel pressure free love and enjoyment with my bio dad is a glorious and juicy thing.

Yesterday was not a very comfortable day. I worked really hard at my day job. Thursday is the fullest day of my work week. It is the provider day which means Treatment team, med reviews, and injections are all scheduled for Thursdays. I do not feel good about yesterday because I felt pressured and reacted with grouchiness.

I hate when i react with grouchiness, it hurts my spirit. I feel shame because I feel i should be more kind, compassionate, empathetic, patient, understanding….accommodating….

Is that part of my people pleasing? Should I do better? Is that a patriarchal belief that I should be held to a certain “keep smiling”, “be Nice”, standard that men are not expected to uphold? Maybe.

Should I treat myself with that same kindness, compassion, empathy that I give to others when they react when stressed, tired, overwhelmed, traumatized? It seems like if I am going to create a safe space for women with mission statement that includes forgiveness, second chances, and discussion, I deserve that exact same safe space for myself, from myself.

This is a short blog because I forgot to finish it yesterday.

poo. start again tomorrow.

36 days!!

And no work crew planned for tomorrow due to thunderstorms and no work crew for the following weekend due to Fourth of July weekend. It all will get done. All is well and developing perfectly.

#dawnsjuicylife #mfrmagic

i missed a day shame on me 36 days til MFR

Yesterday is a blur to me. I missed my boo so much. I didn’t sleep the night before. I don’t remember much about yesterday except I was exhausted and tired. Oh that’s the same thing, right?

I do remember submitting 10 water samples to a private lab for testing. That was incredibly stressful. I don’t know why. I think it’s because it is a tremendous responsibility to provide drinking water to several hundred people. Making sure that it is safe and minimal bacteria, meeting EPA standards. And I wanted it to pass. I wanted to get it right so it could be done. Ya know? One less thing to worry about.

I got a call from the lab asking about the samples. I asked the price. HOLY WATER Robbery! It was going to be $70/sample. $700!!!

YOWZERS!

I asked him to only test 3 samples: 1,4, and 7. That is a good start and will give me a baseline for the future work of the water saga. Results in 24 hours.

The happy ending to this story:

While speaking with a committee member, Ashley, she reminded me that health departments test water. Today, I clarified with Allegan County the requirements. I am able to submit to any health department. I am able to submit the samples to Kent County, which is closer to my job, making it much easier & convenient. YAY! Thanks Ashley! She is such a blessing.

this morning, I was planning to be in to work at 630, which means leaving the house at 540am. Sigh. I was exhausted last night and this morning I woke up more rested but still tired. My head hurt. I decided to call off. I went back to sleep and slept so goooooooood. My poor partner wasn’t aware that I called off and she got worried when she hadn’t heard from me for several hours after a good morning text at 5am.

I rolled out of bed and started reviewing emails and contracts. I did several postings in both groups, L2L and MFR. MFR has a robust response that is still happening. L2L is mostly crickets. Sigh. I will have to look at that after festival.

I signed up for a Leadership training via zoom, scheduled for this afternoon. I was able to get the citrix receiver (needed for remote access into my job network) installed prior to the zoom training and get logged & punched in! Yay! This means, I won’t have to use any PTO for my requested day off on Friday.

The leadership training was intriguing and relevant for my Nurse job and for leading the cats for MFR. I love it. I really do. The energy of pulling together resources and placing them in the 1. job they are interested in, 2. the job they have the skills for or can learn at. It is fun and empowering. This training showed me new ways to get to our mutual goals.

My baby came home today. She was home around 1130. After her shower, we tested out the counter. Truthfully, I have never experienced what I have with, with anyone else. She is willing to get adventurous and we play so much. It is awesome. It is a testimony to our aging and injured bodies, that she needed a boost up to get onto the counter today.

My snuggle buddy

And now we are cuddled up, close and connected, as we should be, while working independently. I love us.

There is a Warrior Work Crew planned for the weekend. I am feeling out of sorts, not able to figure out which direction to go in production. I figured out a plan and posted it, recruiting volunteers/crew for the weekend.

I also heard back from the local electrician that has graciously provided service, quickly, efficiently, and for a great price! He was able to look at the circuit that kept tripping. Power is back to showers. And he plans to meet me there on Saturday to look at the float. His first words to me today, “this is some hillbilly contraption”. that was something to me. This is more confirmation that my previous faith and trust was incredibly misplaced. That certain quality standards are based on bad information. It shows me that I should never stop asking questions and learning more. It is a sign that I knew more than I realized and that I was right for speaking up and asking questions. Go Me. There are a million ways to skin a cat and all that open minded shit.

ha-ha, Dwight

Things are going ridiculously well. I don’t understand it. I don’t know exactly how this is happening. And WHOA!

It’s so fucking magical. I am so grateful. I am in awe at the magnitude of #mfrmagic

There’s only 36 days. It’s probably going to rain on Saturday. We are going to scrub totes. Spread carpeting. Get shit done because that’s what Dragyn Warriors do.

#dragynwarriors #dawnsjuicylife #getitgirl #womendoitbetter

If ain’t one thing, it’s another. 38 days

6.21.2021. If ain’t one thing, it’s another

Today was Monday. It is 8 days until I go on vacation. I am going to Montana to see my family, my dad, sister & brother-in-law, brother, niece and nephew. Maybe an uncle or two. I am really excited to go away and check out of my work life. Although, with MFR, I never can completely check out. There are always questions and other things to do, even when on vacation. So is the life of a business owner, heh?
In addition, it seems that whenever I go on vacation, work gets 5 times as intense, preparing to be gone, and preparing for my return. It’s a lot to think about and get done in a short amount of time.

Also, there is still so much to think about with what needs to be done to prepare for festival.
My partner is out of town, caring for and attending to her mother. Her mother had a pulmonary embolism and had surgery this morning. Minnie is in Mt. Clemens, far, far away.

My honey boo. My Minnie. My favorite. My ground. 💜❤️💜

For that reason and to get some putzing work done at the Farm, I chose to stay up here tonight.

I did just that: putzed around. I cleaned out my clothes totes. I strung a string of lights by Chem-Free firepit. I dipped and got 10 water samples, to be dropped off tomorrow for testing!!! I feel a fair amount of anxiety regarding these water samples. A part of me really wants to get this right, not only to get it right for MFR but also to be as good as M.

Sigh, fucking ego.

I sprayed some poison ivy.
I wandered the trails, thinking, listening, finding my ground, my peace, and doing an active meditation on the power, magnitude, majesty, and magic of this pine tree farm.

Tomorrow is a workday and I want to get in early. I have a massage scheduled for tomorrow at 4:15pm! Yay, ME! This means I need to figure out if I want to shower tonight or tomorrow morning.
I thought it would be prudent and make the most sense to shower tonight.

I was undecided if I would shower outside or inside the house. It’s supposed to get cold tonight, but it’s not cold…yet! I should take advantage of the beautiful outdoor showers, revel in the power of being free and naked, physically and emotionally, revealing my vulnerability and fear, in the forest.
I decided to shower outside.

I guess it was good that I chose this option, since a problem presented itself!!!
(Although, it sent me into a little bit of a crying jag)
The shower tripped the GFI, then when I went inside to reset the breaker, I couldn’t get the breaker to reset.
Damn
Fuck
Fucking fuck
Fucking fuckity fuck fuck FUCK
After crying several tears and video calling Becky, my friend fixer from Chicago, I just decided.
Fuck it. I want these damn showers. I don’t know when the plumbing team will get a chance to look at it. I got into the damn solution and texted my electrician (new) friend from across the road.
He is coming to look at it tomorrow.

My peaceful And oh so pussy, Polly camp.

While it is important that I always try to use women providers and women volunteers, it is also important to cultivate local relationships. We live in this world together.

grateful #humble #nottooproudtoaskforhelp

So, I showered in the house. And now I sit on my patio of Polly, really quite cold, and also committed to writing every day until festival. 38 days until Vendor load in, the true MFR opening.

One of the things I saw (again) tonight, while wandering the trails, were two crows. I have seen these crows multiple times. They live close to Bruno Shuttle Path, I believe.
They were on the ground by She-Shed. They saw me and continued hunting bugs, I would imagine. They did not fly off, although, most times, they do fly off, it never appears-to be an act of fleeing the scene or danger. It appears to be more of an “Okay, I see you, you are going to be here for a while. That’s okay. I will allow you in the space. It is yours also”.
This is probably the 6th time I have seen this pair of crows so I decided to look up their spiritual meaning.

A few cultures believe they are a sign of a dark omen. However, the Native Americans and the Celtic people believe they are a good sign. Check it out:

Crow Celtic Symbolism
Like the Native Americans, Celtics also debunk the dark symbolism surrounding this bird. The Celtic crow symbol stands for individuality, prophetic knowledge, and a complete disregard for what others think. The crow embodies a combination of abilities and skills, mostly.
Celtics also deeply honor crows as a sign sent to them by prophets or oracles in a practice of clairvoyance. The Celts so believed the crows carried secrets between the feathers of their wings.

What does this mean for me? I am not sure completely.

I do realize that it is just one more confirmation that I am on the right path. That I will get the knowledge, skills, wisdom, and/or resources necessary to complete my mission.
That’s fucking awesome. No more tears for me. It’s going to be all right.
Perfectly imperfect.

#dawnsjuicylife

Sunday funday high holy day-38 days til festival

I am so exhausted. There was a women’s dance last night. The first women’s dance since February 2020! Wow. I really didn’t realize how much I was missing women’s energy. I didn’t realize how much I had missed dancing and people. It was absolutely wonderful. The music was fun. The conversation was entertaining.

I had another realization of the new freedom and juicy that I am living. I realized how magical my MFR work crew experience has become.

Every Saturday is work crew. It has been that way every year since 2017, starting in March. Every Saturday and most Sundays. In the past, I was sooooo ready to go home after work crew. Even though, I thought I loved doing the work, my attitude was to get the hell away from the farm. I would always start out the weekend very hopeful that I would enjoy quality time with my ex-producer/partner. The reality was that we didn’t have quality time together. It was not enriching for my body, mind, or spirit. It was not fun. It was not magical. It was not juicy. But i was always hopeful that I would get that love, that energy, that attention, that quality time, that feeling of joy and juicy in our work and our time together. It didn’t happen.

By the end of the work crew, I was ready to get the fuck out of there. I was done. I was exhausted, usually annoyed, angry, and hurt. I would rush out of there, ready to get back home. Back to comfort and peace because I was not getting that when I was in that relationship and that space.

While I knew, cognitively, that we were creating magic, we were not magic together. And of course, that “magic” permeated my experiences. I wanted the magic but it just wasn’t comign together.

Now…

OH MY GODDESS.

Now, my life is so dang juicy and fun.

I have a wonderful partner that adores me all the way down to my foot funk. She supports me and the festival. But our relationship and our time together is not dictated by festival. We are not compelled to spend “quality time” together just for festival. That really was the only time my ex and i spent together.

But now.

This past weekend, we spent it at Warrior Work crew, staying in our delightful Polly pop-up. We worked and laughed and kissed and laughed and worked. The whole weekend is a wonderland of ways to create magic & community while spending time together.

GODDESS, I am blessed.

After spending time with a sister, laughing and chatting around our tiki torches, we crawled into Polly and spent more time making out and laughing. Giggling. God we have so much fun.

We spent Saturday working on different projects at the Farm, working towards a common goal: create a safe space for women and produce a festival.

When we finished our soggy Saturday work crew, the women were able to quit early (130pm!!). they worked so damn hard, in the rain, completing projects. They left and the sun came out. I asked my boo if she wanted to stay and relax for a bit. We ate our left over burritos. We talked. We cleaned up camp. She took a nap. I kept working for a bit. Then we packed up and came home to get ready for the dance.

This happens almost every weekend: staying later at the farm to enjoy the space together. And it has never happened, EVER, before.

For that, I am incredibly thankful, joyful, and juicy.

Today, was my day of rest. I am exhausted. I chose to not open an email. Not promote anythign for MFR. Instead, I took the day for me. I went to my friends’ pool party. i spent time with wonderful women, splashing in the water, and once again, filling my soul with women energy.

My life is so damn juicy.

#dawnsjuicylife

Smoked food and veggies with friends and a pool!

My boo, my sweet Minnie 💜❤️💜

6.19.21 Thirty nine days til festival (first pack in day)

Today was a wonderful day at the farm. We started out slowly due to the rain. It seemed it was going to quit but then it just kept sputtering. That’s okay, right?

Coffee was served and a quick little conversation with our friend Becky. Becky came in from Chicago. That’s a solid drive, especially leaving Chicago on a Friday night after. full work week. She is a fixer upperer. She came in for the weekend to work on the plumbing. We shared some food over the tiki torches last night. The fire wood was wet so there wasn’t a fire this morning.

Women started showing up. They just started showing up. And we got to work. There were several projects going on and it was an amazingly productive day…

especially considering the torrential (but fortunately, intermittent) storms we got today.

Projects completed:

Shower knobs replaced and all showers timed to 1.5 minutes.

Installed new float on holding tank, determined it will not work for our purposes, will continue brainstorming for plumbing solutions. Next plumbing work crew: weekend of July 17. 2021.

Completed elevated tote platforms for Bruno Shuttle path, Danu Kitchen, Mama Kuka Kitchen, and Tata Trail.

(Most of the wood is from Michfest Day Stage!)

Cleaned & organized Green Room.

Tested & moved refrigerator from She-Shed to Green Room.

Organized & inventoriesd She-Shed.

Finalized placement of Information Station, Shade Zones, Food Trucks, and Bea’s Blends, coffee & treats.

Fixed tire on Golf Cart 32.Built 2 benches for campfires (wood is from Michfest Day Stage!)Staged the wood for building 1 more bench.

Filled 4 water totes, ready for water sampling (to be completed tomorrow and submitted on Tuesday).

Hung lights around Juniper Bush on Stage right, along Amazon Rising & Marketplace. Sprayed for poison ivy.

Cut down two trees that were an obstruction in Penny Lane.

All of this was done in the rain.

Things we learned:J

une’s mascara is not waterproof.

Mice have a home in the battery drawer.

Tools do not put themselves away.

Vacuuming the patio is easier than sweeping the storm debris.

Wet wood needs a lot of convincing to ignite & burn.

Do not stand under the canopy edge while Q-tipping.

Wood chucks are also known as land beavers.

CAn’t WAIT to see you in the Pines.

39 days til MFR. What the fuck. WE FREAKING GOT THIS>

#mfrmagic

Michigan FRamily Reunion women’s music festival

6.18.2021 forty days til festival

I started the day with a big huge rain storm. I was sleeping in Polly, my pop-up (more about her loveliness later!) when the rain started beating down. Sleeping in a pop up means sleeping in a glorified tent. The roof is tin or canvas and rain drops sound like hail beating on my roof.

I decided to sleep in a bit since it was storming until I felt the rain go sideways. At that point, my feet and head were getting rained on through the window! I closed the windows quickly and got my ass up to face the day. I am thankful i took a shower the night before so a face wash and a teeth brushing was sufficient to greet my work day.

Arriving at work, greeted with staff complaining about residents and residents complaining about staff treatment. Whoosh!

Not my job folks, read the door, ladies & gentlement, that says Program Nurse, not mommy, nanny, or babysitter, referee, coach, or mediator. Sigh.

I only planned to work at my job until noon or so. One of my residents had an appointment with a pulmonologist to discuss his recent CT scan of his lungs showing several “spots”. This man has been homebound for the past 10 years. He started goign to appointments a couple months ago because of concerns of him having cancer. I think his mind gave him cancer. His family all died young (50’s) and he has believed, for as long as I have known him, that he is dying of cancer and has a 100 other maladies. He is a nonsmoker, very low risk, but has family history. Now he has spots on his lungs.

Before going to the appointment, i was able to stuff some more envelopes, mailing out more tickets. I posted several things, promoting MFR in various groups and platforms. Several calls to pharmacy and various homes ensued. A resident was scheduled to discharge from the hospital so i was working with a RN case manager to get O2 and orders.

And then the appointment. It was nice to watch the doctor treat my patient with dignity & respect. That was amazing.

After leaving the appointment, I treated myself to Indian Food. It wasn’t my favorite place but it was okay. While eating lunch I got nurse to nurse report regarding the discharge. She was getting oxygen. Just means more work coordinating and educating staff.

so much to think about.

When I left work, finally, I did get three more work related calls. While doing that, I set up and used my new power washer. I love, love, love it! It will be a good purchase!

My lovey love got here around 530, or something. I don’t know. Time is weird at the farm.

We enjoyed a dinner out. I drank some tequila. That is rare for me so I was a little goofy. When we got back “home” to the farm, we strung two sets of lights. Then went for an evening drive to see our handy work.

Still too much for my brain. But my brain is still stretching. I spent a lot of time today thinking about the tasks that need to be completed tomorrow, the crew that will present, and who will work with who and where.

#dawnsjuicylife