What The Heck

 Well, it has been a busy few days. First, I had to get reacquainted with driving a stick shift. I haven't driven a stick shift in about 45 years. And, if I remember correctly, the last time I drove on, it was an old truck that I promptly ran into a palm tree. To be fair, I believe running into the palm tree had more to do with the amount of alcohol consumed that night than the stick shift. It was also the last night of our "Most Competent Drunk" contest, and I was winning hands down until the palm tree jumped into my path. 

 So, Nancy and two priests walk out of a train station . . .sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn't it? But it is not. Within minutes after I decided to "Wander In No Particular Direction," my friend said she needed someone to house sit her house in Spain because she and her hubby needed to go to London for a week. So, I raised my hand, thinking that sounded like it was in the spirit of "no particular direction." Then I found out the house came with dogs, cats, chickens and a priest. Oh, what the heck. In for a penny, in for a pound. One cat disappeared before I got here, and one extra priest has appeared. 

Because no one else is able or willing to drive the stick shift. I am also the chauffeur. The reason the priests are here is part of a program to make mass available for the Pilgrim's as they come thru the small village. So when I chauffeur them to the church for mass, I attend mass. There must be a reason this is happening. I let you know if I find out what it is. 

I walk the doggies early in the morning. This is an added blessing. 

Then I get to feed the chickens and collect the eggs. This was today's haul. 

Then there is plant watering, priest chauffeuring, cat feeding, helping with mass and dish washing. I need to get back to walking 12 to 15 miles a day with a back pack to get some rest. lol