That is a common question I get asked. My first thought is always, ‘It depends if anyone pooped in their water trough.’
I try to do extra chores on Wednesday mornings because I have a standing date on Wednesday evenings with my sister (and whoever is free to join us) for dinner. For example, I filled up the cows’ water trough yesterday morning so I wouldn’t have to do that in the evening. While doing evening chores, I gave the cows’ trough a glance to make sure all was fine … and I noticed how murky the water was. Then, I noticed the tell-tale trail of cow poo on the edge of the trough. I am not sure how many gallons their trough holds, but I would estimate it at ….
It is a heavy trough when not very full, so I have to use a bucket to remove the water until I finally get the water low enough that I can tip the trough over to dump it on its side to be washed out. I was busy filling the bucket and flinging the water out of the pen … and didn’t notice that I was slowly sinking deeper into the muck. Then, as if in slow motion, I felt myself drifting backwards, but my feet were in quicksand! Softly, I plopped onto my derriere. I knew immediately what was up. This is what I posted on Facebook as a tribute of sorts to my late husband:
This is going to seem like a really strange post …. but if you knew Gary very well and if you knew our relationship very well (always playing jokes, laughing and telling stories … on each other!) you will understand: I have been thinking about the fact that today is the 9th anniversary of the day he died. It makes me grumpy. Then, for no great reason, while I was doing chores, I went down, backwards, into mud and poo!! I knew immediately that it was Gary and he wanted me to lighten up. So, here it is folks, my “tribute” to Gary today: Lighten up. Live your life fully. Have fun. Laugh at yourself. Don’t take yourself, or this crazy world, too seriously. It’s a short ride and we better enjoy it.
Also, which I do not believe was just coincidence, these were delivered from my best friend … during chores:
Sometimes, I am pretty sure there are NO coincidences. They are more like God moments.
Of course, chore-length can depend upon how long I stop to smell the roses and play:
Or how many mouths there are to feed … and are they on pasture? What are the weather conditions? Etc… Surprises happen. Chores get done.
I actually got to see or hear from many of my family and friends yesterday. The boys and I are blessed in so many ways.
Life moves on. Ya just gotta hop on and hold on.
And make the coffee!