Bread for your trouble...

It was a weird day yesterday. It's amazing when you look up the word weird in the thesaurus what you come up with. Definitely yesterday was all this and more.

weird
adjective
Of a mysteriously strange and usually frightening nature: eerie, uncanny, unearthly. Informal: spooky. See fear, usual
Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, strange, unnatural, unusual. Slang: kooky, screwball. British Slang: rum, rummy 2. See usual
Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, strange. See usual

It all started when yet again I chase the neighbors cattle home. So being the sweet, wonderful, slow to anger (OK that's a stretch when I'm chasing Tim's Charlious bulls, cows, and calves home.) Anyhow I called him (since I now have his home phone and cell phone numbers on my phone and I get better reception down in the bottom field). Was he home.... NO... so I talk to a sweet little bitty girl who could only say OK. OK? Are you keeping up... I'm trying to keep things brief here. So I come back and finish my chores... run the truck down to see if indeed they had gotten their bulls and cows home, and had fixed the fence. When I come up, who is here... Tim! Our neighbor! The only man who can make my grandmother upset! The one who doesn't fix fence! And she was talking to him!!!

Well from what I understand they got their animals home (yup just saw that), fixed the fence (yup checked that out to), and for my trouble... I get a loaf of bread. At the time it really touched me. DEEP down in my inner guts, maybe just maybe after 31 years we have gotten through to them! Things will be different!

Tim told us that he was leaving the "boys" at home and we could call them IF the cattle where out again. As they were young and needed to learn responsibility and how to fix fence. Hmmm I will make NO comment on that. It might make me look bad. :)

Evening chores come around I get the cows up... then I notice that there a couple hanging back. I went on and took the main herd up to the holding pen, called the dry cows up so we could separate the two fresh cows, and head back down to get the naughty girls who weren't with the herd. Thankfully they have come up... But through the brush I see a blondish/white rump (Tim's danged bull one of 4 for 35 cows... something is WRONG with that)... I'll refrain from telling my thoughts... they weren't nice... they involved finding someone who knows how to shoot and me laughing wickedly! And just to put minds at ease... NO NO NO I wouldn't really do that. It's just frustrating is all. When other peoples choices effect your life and a lively hood, it tends to make a person have a full range of emotions. At one point I was going to offer to buy him a bull so at least it could be something they cows could have if it got out.

Anyway I called Tim... AGAIN and he was at the lake... and wasn't coming home until today. And he asked me, What I wanted him to do about it?! After all it might be Milt's bull seeing as that's one of the 4 that's on HIS property and if it was it wasn't HIS responsibility. So I say fine I'll try to chase him home... AGAIN. My time, my gas, my three cows that were in heat, and I'm sure it was my fault. After all if we just wouldn't use that pasture... If we would just conform to what everyone wants for us, life for them would be fine... After all we really don't matter. Do we?