My husband calls me the “hurricane.” I don’t know why?
This morning, before 0930 hours, I had two cups of coffee, traveled outside in my robe to feed the wild turkeys, posted the cookies I made yesterday to the blog (a fun little job that is taking less and less time as I get the hang of it, yay!), had dinner in the crockpot (Barbacoa Beef) for the Chipotle inspired salad I’m going to make, this cool old ladder I rescued and painted yesterday-sanded old farmhouse style on the front porch, and a load of socks washed, clean and warm in a laundry basket. Folding laundry is one of my least favorite tasks in the universe so it can always wait. That, and dishes already clean and waiting to be emptied in the dishwasher. Procrastination is the key to getting someone else to do it or reaching the point where you are in flip flops in February because you have zero clean socks and no forks left in the utensil drawer. What a quandary. If there are any men out there reading this…an open dishwasher door full of clean dishes is code for, “please empty me.”
There are some painting projects I need to tackle while it’s cold outside and about 5 books I have piled up to study and read for leisure. But, for the rest of the day I just want to hold my daughter with her bed head, binky and footy pajamas, and look out the window while she points at the cows and horses, squealing with glee!
We are also on calf watch today! It’s snowing here and our two silver girls are nearing their due dates. 3 days and counting! We don’t normally have calfs born in February so this is new. Susie Felton from www.mrsmontanarancher.com let me in on a little secret for when the calfs are very cold. It’s bath time! What? Hmmm. No bueno. See, this is something we have never had to do and I really want no part of…..placing a calf in my master jet tub just doesn’t appeal to me. Laughing here. (I’m sure there are tubs specifically for it?) Now, I am from the city and fairly new to this country life but I vote for warmers out in the barn and some warming blankets…no calf hair in the tub please. Susie’s operation is much larger than mine, so I’m sure she’s seen it all and likely has a designated calf spa for those cold days that mommas deliver and the calfs are shivering because they are wet.
I smile sometimes with fond but ever increasing distant memories. By this time of day in my former career driven life in Las Vegas, I’d already ingested two cups of coffee by 0530 and been in patrol briefing in uniform at 0630. (Odd memory just popped into my head. They say scent strikes very strong memories but patrol briefings always smelled really great….a mixture of coffee and men’s cologne in the morning as women only comprised 8% of the patrol side. Clean, shiny uniforms and the scent of cologne and coffee in the morning were a good thing!) I’d then have been logged on in the patrol car and handling whatever the day brought in the form of chaos, drama, and just people being people and generally not getting along in every shape, way and form. I will take this any day. Thank moooooo very much.
I hope you enjoy the pictures. Stay tuned for babies. Smile.