1. On the day the steers were slaughtered, I backed the Polaris into the Tacoma's front fender. So the Tacoma had to go to the body shop for an estimate. We traveled back home with the injured truck and then again to the body shop a couple weeks after that for the repair. So we left the pickup, drove back home, and returned to pick it up (yeah, a pun) a few days later. Since the body shop was in Santa Fe, we were on the road mucho. Round trip to Santa Fe is 200 miles.
2. I took a tumble (and let's just say I was goofing around when it happened and leave it at that) and landed on my tailbone, hit my head, and sprained my fingers. NO, I was not drinking! The body is mending, but it has slowed me down. But here's a good thing: In the meantime we drove to Albuquerque (340 miles round trip) and bought an additional Tacoma for moi. I am now a 4 wheel drive pickup with satellite radio lady.
3. My tooth's crown came off when I was flossing and so I needed to find a dentist (we haven't weaned ourselves off the California one.) He popped it back on, but I'm not sure if he will really be our dentist in the future because he didn't wear gloves when he first looked inside my mouth. (70 miles round trip)
4. Another tooth needed a root canal so I had to find an endodontist.
5. The meat from the two steers had to be picked up in Taos. The butcher said bring "A couple big coolers." When I saw four freezer shelves full of meat, I almost fainted, pulled myself up by the big girl panties and Tom and I started loading. There was way more meat than our coolers would carry, but luckily the Taos Economic Development Agency had enough loaners for us. They saved the day. So we packed and loaded almost 800 pounds of beautiful beef into our truck. (100 miles round trip)
6. On the way home we stopped at the post office and dropped off a quarter steer for Postmistress Teresa and friend Betsy, who were sharing the order.
7. The next morning we dropped off another quarter steer to our friend Ann who is sharing with her friend.
8. Then we drove to Santa Fe to meet a guy in the Whole Foods parking lot where we sold him a quarter beef. He found us on Craigslist. Tom went inside to see how much organic beef cost and realized we had a gold mine in the coolers.
9. While in Santa Fe, I had a root canal. It was actually restful at the endodontist, who periodically murmured, "Suction," while 80's hits played softly in the background. I dropped off to sleep a couple times during the two hours I was in the chair.
10. Tomorrow friend Sue will pick up a quarter steer which is to be shared with her parents. I am taking 3 Advil at a time to deal with the residual pain that goes with a root canal.
12. Next week I will pack up a quarter steer for a friend who is mail ordering from us and drive to the Albuquerque airport for shipping.
13. I have one quarter beef left to sell and there's a remaining half steer in our freezer. We will keep a quarter and mail Grandpa Pat some ribeyes since he has been wanting steak from our cows for a year now. It's coming, Pat! Soon!
I have been dreaming of beef. Shanks, brisket, ribeye, chuck, sirloin, you name it, they've been parading through my subconscious every night for a week.
That's why I feel like that teakettle photo at the beginning of this post.
That's why Tom, who went grocery shopping while I was getting my root canal, bought me a box of "Tension Tamer" tea.