I don't believe it got over 90 degrees for more than 10 minutes last year thus the reason these 100 degree plus days are wearing us down.
Down baby, down. Really it was hot.
"How Hot Was It ?"
It was so hot 115 years worth of oils and sweat from thousands of hand grips gone by, oozed their way back up through our wood railing in our staircase. Other peoples DNA dripping all over the place. Ewww and ewww.
It was so hot that I did not even notice farm store customer number 4's odd looks at me until he drove away and I realized I had stuck the end of the hose (with its cold running water) into the waistband of my shorts. In truth I had forgotten completely about that dang hose (I had been cleaning the milk parlor thank you very much) until I started walking away and when I reached the end of the hose I was yanked backwards onto my keister. Good thing my keister is well kushioned.
It was so hot that the husband came in at 2:30pm, announced he was LAYING DOWN and promptly took a nap in our bedroom, the only room in the house with an AC unit. He had only worked 8 hrs so far, the slacker. He felt better after a couple hr rest but then announced our ONE and ONLY AC unit was acting odd and may be breaking down.
Just great. Looks like we'll be sleeping in one of the freezers in the farm store. Again.
Even with all that I still had a fabulous morning with my sister Mary who came by to help me sort items for my garage sale this weekend. Even though she has a life and a home and a family of her own. Not only did she help me sort, she also treated this Quasi-Hoarder with great sensitivity.
"NO !" She barked. "You do not need to keep a partially torn Wolf poster just because Kyle once owned it and might decide to collect all things wolf again like he did when he was 10."( he turns 21 in a few days) Yes with her love and support "I SAID NO !" We managed to fill many boxes with all things collectible while remaining mostly worthless. It felt great to de-junk several areas. I just hope she saved enough patience to help me go through my Christmas closet next week.
In the midst of downsizing the household Keith and Sasha (U of I Grad student) worked hard to provide extra shade for our Red Wattle sow Debbie due to farrow any day now. See contest rules below
|Guess which weed pigs won't eat ?|
And speaking of litters...Its time to play Wattle Wattle who has the most Wattles. Here are the rules
Via comments on THIS post or email at email@example.com
Guess the date, time and number of piglets birthed.
You must give me all three: date, exact time and number of piglets to be a valid entry
The last day to enter is July 25, 2011
To help you guess. Debbie's usual litter size is 8-10
Her due date (according to our rarely accurate records) is July 28
The winner will receive your choice of one of the following . A $25 gift certificate to use in our Farm Store, a South Pork Ranch T-shirt or 4 bars of my handmade semi-artisan all natural soap which I will mail to you no matter what odd little corner of our world you might live in.
Ready ? Set ? GO!!