I've done "Trials"..."Triumphs"...

...and today I'll make it "Tears"...

Hey I'm entitled to have a bad day! I honestly don't TAKE them near as often as I probably should.
Just seems that my life doesn't afford me the time for that & hence, I listen.
Today, I ignored the time factor.
I made the time to have a bad day! I deserved to have a bad day!
Of all our years together, I've truly taken only about 20 of them...now that is not very many considering there's been well over 12,ooo days! so I'll make today #21.

I completed all the chores again this a.m.
(because I had to! ~see post)

• 6:00 a.m. ~I had a phone call saying that our Momma cow, her calf and Mr.& Mrs. calves were out, could I please come help get them back in. They aren't too far away...yet. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! I just hate to be forced into moving faster'n I want that early...w/o first having my usual 2-3 cups of coffee, lingering on the front porch to assess my day! Alright...I'll head over there, yet Hubby won't be with me...are you sure we can get them in ourselves? They were sure....
• 8:15 a.m. ~Arrived home after collecting the renegades. I really hate cows! I think I hate all 4 legged creatures! And, maybe some 2 legged ones also! I hiked to the top of the hill to get behind them, sore feet & all, (this time with boots on) I could see that "Mr." had gotten a feed sack from the barn & was headed out shaking it. The cows must have heard the sack...because they turned and all 4 went barreling down towards him! "Mrs." was near the gate..ready to shut it despite the broken wires. My first thought when the cows began to fly off the hill, was OH NO! They will run right over top of "Mrs." & then "Mr." ! (Which didn't happen, by the way) My second thought was "...and you called me WHY??? The grain sacks seem to work just mighty fine without dragging my sorry butt over here at 6.am.!" Mr." said he could fix the gate, so I bid them a 'pleasant' G'bye and was on my way. I said Grrrrrrrrrrrrr the whole drive home! (they really are the nicest people...it was just me today...not being very nice! They don't know that, so please don't let it out of the bag!)
• 8:30a.m.~Finally, coffee is done & I've poured myself 2 cups at once! Put an ice cube in each, so I could 'chug' them! Maybe I could choke that Grrrrrrrrrrrrr out of my throat! I even brought the pot outside with me just in case I decided to drink the whole durned thing! I will now sit on the porch and assess my day! Oh, by the way, yes I did check on that 2 legged critter in the house that is a big contributor to the Grrrrrrrrrrrrrhave, (At this point of my morning...I really don't care! You might, so I'll fill ya in. Still B,P &B, swelling is down tremendously, which by the way, could be because I duct taped hundreds of 25# sacks of ice to his body, hoping it'd freeze him in time....make him think about why I hate this life sometimes...today especially! He did however, suffer a broken tooth in the ordeal...yea! now maybe I don't have to cook anymore, with any luck, maybe he'll only be able to suck through a straw for the rest of his life!....that is if I allow him to have a life!)
• 12:30 p.m. ~DONE!! Cleaned out the chicken coop which 95% of the time smells so clean, but today.......it wreaked! Wanted to kill them all and eat them for supper! But I don't want to pluck them! Fed all the hay burners...Wanted to throw a match to each & every pile of hay I had to pitchfork into thoese feeders, not to mention that huge pile we just spent a ton of gr$$ns on...and say "hey...this is what happens when you BURN hay, you hay-burners!!" But, then I'd have had to call the Fire Dept, for catching the whole county on fire! Then I'd be sued by the Fed's for burning CRP ground; by the farmer's for burning up their soon to harvest wheat, by the ranchers for ruining their grazing grounds.(..oops ...ours too, except we don't need much, because their butts are going down the road too if I have my way!); by the hunter's for burning out all the pheasants, grouse, deer, elk and moose...to name a few. Oh...then the Grain Train people would sue because I burned up their tracks...and then the EPA would have had their turn at me for burning the beaver dams in the creek & killing the natural habitat for all them other 4 & 2 legged critters that might call it home! Ok........that out of my system...it was then time to doctor that gelding that plowed himself into injury during the storm earlier this week...seems to me, that he created his own grief...why should I have to do anything? Was wishing I had scalding hot water instead of ice cold, to run over his wounds...and maybe some turpentine while I'm at it! Yea! He certainly isn't helping me...and I certainly had created NONE of this! Heck! I'm just a danged Cowboy's Wife!!! Along for the ride! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr ! I finally put away all the tack -nicely that I'd piled on the floor that day of this horror story's beginning, in a huge heap in the middle of his tack room. Not sure why....I wasn't the one to leave it unattended or unused! And besides...Cowboy is SOOOO very picky about the How it is taken care of, hung and put away...I've never got it 'right' yet after all these years....should have just left 'em all in the dust! Kinda like he does when he takes his clothes off at the end of a day....in a heap....in a cloud of dust...like Linus! Cowboy's 'domain' outside is like Spic n' Span...could eat off the floors...so why can't my mud room look the same?? Go figure! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! I've mucked & bucked, I've gathered & doctored, I've mumbled & grumbled...my muscles hurt, my feet hurt, my hands are filthy & dry( I never wear gloves either-except in the winter), lips are chapped and I'm covered in dust, chafe & 'compost maker'....
• 12:32 p.m.~I plopped myself down on the cleanest saddle blanket I could find, outside on the plank floors of the tack shed...tossed my boots into oblivion, gathered my knees up to bury my face in...................and the Tears began to pour......and pour....and more Tears poured.....and poured! (Maybe she drank too much coffee this a.m. you might be saying...I say, maybe I've drank too hard of a life, too long!)
• 3:05p.m. ~ I must have fallen asleep! So I head over to the water spicket, turn the hose on my hands & face to wash off all the dried mud (isn't that what women pay to have done? Mud facials or something? Maybe I could earn a living coaxing them to come out to middle of nowhere...I'll give them mud facials...the real thing!). I collected my boots, glance around at the spotless barnyard, all the 4 legged critters are content and I head for the house.....my inner peace comes from my gardening.....so upon reaching the yard gate, I was blessed with my fresh mowed grass from yesterday, stopped and picked a bouquet of carnations, mmm... they smell so sweet! Sat down on the steps of the front porch......glanced around the "life" in my flower beds, at the empty corral down the drive (still missing the sound of cows), up yonder at all the wheat fields where they looked like an ocean as the soon to be harvested grains 'flowed' like waves in the slight breezes.

I am feeling better now. Life is good. My Cowboy could have been hurt worse.

But...................is this the life we should be staying in????

We are remote. We aren't youngsters. It's dangerous. And we barely get by.....