I have such good intentions every morning to put something down. The happenings of the day before, my silly notions, thoughts... all that good stuff. But here I am almost a week later. And there is sooo much I wanted to say and now I can't remember a fraction of it. Oh well so it goes... I'll try and remember the highlights of the week...
Monday... I can't really remember... Maybe that's when the forms came off the walls.
Tuesday... Wasn't a good day... utter frustration and lots of tears. Thoughts were not on a higher plane this day.
Wednesday... I took a calf over to the vet to have her checked over. All will be well with lots of TLC, prayer, and physical therapy. She's a fighter and such a sweetie. In the Mennonite community a little 3 year old boy was killed. On his birthday no less. He was with his dad while he was spreading turkey manure some where. Anyway he was going so fast in his truck he missed a curve, rolled the truck and killed his son. The father came out with hardly a scratch. And no the little boy did NOT have a car seat, booster, or even a seat belt on. He was pinned under the truck along with his father. I think it's so sad.
Thursday... Do you ever have one of those mornings where you wake up slowly and in a state of bliss? Well I had one of those wake ups... I had slept well (not the norm), it wasn't to late nor to early and I was just enjoying the thoughts of what I was going to get done. Then my phone rings... Note: I was still in that sleepy state when out of no where Take this Job and Shove It is blaring from somewhere in my room. Find the phone... it's our IBA guy telling me he's going to be a little late and not rush to meet him. OKEY DOKEY!!! I had totally forgot that I needed to pick up the manure scraper from him at 8:30... now 8:45... So I had to hustle since it would take me about 15 minutes to get there. Plus I needed to get some diesel fuel. So I left the house at 7:45. Surely that would give me enough time... HA! I head a few miles south to a near by station which is on my way anyway. Would you believe that BOTH pumps are in use?! ARGH So I turn around and head to town. I get the the next filling station... Yet again both pumps are being used. What are the odds? NEXT one... FINALLY!!! I can get my fuel. I decided to get some sausage biscuits to take home and have one on the way. By now I'm frustrated and heading out of town. Thinking I'm doing pretty good on time. Boy was I WRONG... I was late and I'm always early. Oh well, I get the scraper, wish R a good day and head home. The rest of the day is a blur
Friday... The plumers came!!!! And we should have a floor by tomorrow afternoon. I started weaning 15 calves. Oh happy days.
Saturday... I drive some (13 to be exact) fence posts. I needed an area to keep the moos in so I could feed without them mobbing me. My grandmother helped me put up the cattle panels since mom was bush hogging. So by 5:30 we had a new pen (even if it's not a straight fence) it's keeping them in and that's all that matters.
Sunday... Nothing went right. The cows have been mad since we stopped feeding in the barn and went totally to feeding out side. Well they aren't happy and after seeing their milk production after the last 2 milkings neither am I. We are going back to feeding in the barn. We cant lose 1400 pounds of milk a pick up. Anyway my morning didn't go well. Milking wasn't done until noon, I spilled 7 gallons of calf milk outside the milk barn. I just cried... And had to get more milk. I never thought I would finish... But here I am... tired and ready for a good nights rest.
Tomorrow: Getting a floor in the basement...
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