Work: The curse of the drinking class.

July 16, 2009

My husband and I are eejits, baffoons and maroons. We are slow learners, poor retainers and rapidly forming our own "puddle of retards" *

We get up, get the coffee, get the chore boots and get to work. We often do the same thing over and over and expect different results (see definition of insanity). We work in the rain, in the snow, in the heat , in gale force winds and on holidays.

We work when we are sick, when we are happy and immediately after fighting over how much bleach in the milk equipment wash water is too much bleach. We work for profit , for loss, for the improved lifestyle of ourselves and our family and some days... we work for no good reason at all.

We work because we are farmers.

Its a habit that sneaks up on you. You start with a list and complete it. Then the list gets longer and you complete that one. Then you notice a fence that is down, a goat that needs clipped, a calf that needs tagged , pigs that need a new waterer (they ate the last three), a cow that needs shipped and another pasture to be reseeded and you can't find your to- do list so you just do those things you just noticed but forget to do the things that were on your original to-do list to begin with. Then you lose your pen. Shortly after, you lose your mind.

BUT THEN...you sleep. You get up, you get the coffee, you get the chore boots, the weather is cool , the American flag is waving so proudly in the breeze on that great pole your son gave you and you think, "Man, what a great day to get a lot of WORK done."

* The term "puddle of retards" came from good friend T.H. who owns all rights and responsibilities that come with such a politically insensitive but absolutely brilliant term.