I have a cute, green wire basket on my counter. Its only purpose is to hold eggs. My boys will never figure this out. They bring eggs in and dump them on the couch, on the kitchen table, and on the mantel.
I do not know why it is so hard for them to put them in the basket. Perhaps I never will.
Hay!
We are still getting hay.
Sometimes, when I am feeling feisty, I sing,
“Hay now, Hay now . . . Don’t DREAM it’s over!”
Because I am the light of my husband’s life.
Luckily, David got the Bobcat up and running, so everything is back in full swing. David put together a hay party today. He has his truck and goose neck, Big Tex. His friend has his truck and goose neck. And he has Hadley towing my car with the utility trailer.
I offered to, but he chose Hadley over me. And Hadley’s friend, Lily, got roped into the deal as well. So the two girls go off to the hay field, get 2 850 pound bales and bring them back. I am wondering if this is an efficient use of gas? I cannot be certain. David and his friend, Luis, can each get 11-13 bales at a time.
LD is with Luis. HD is at home with me. His job is to quickly unload the bales off the trailers so the people can get right back in action.
My job is to fuel the people. Apparently.
Hadley and Lily came and needed grilled cheese and chips. Then they left, came back again and needed popsicles. LD would like me to know I don’t understand how starving he is all the time, so I made him a black bean burger and kicked him back into play. HD is so so so so so so starving and would like 3 eggs and 2 pieces of toast.
I feel like everyone thinks they are better than me. Which is fine, and they probably are. Hadley and Lily came back at one point and were rushing around the driveway.
Me: Problem?
No response.
Me: Is there a problem?
No response.
Me: If you have a problem, yo! I’ll solve it.
Hadley (without missing a beat): Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Hmmmm. So she WAS listening to me.
And there was no problem. She was just so so so so starving.
David is wondering if I could please have Luis over for dinner, to thank him for his help, and of course, I am A-OK with that. And so, I am also preparing a dinner for an unknown amount of people at an unknown time.
And in between feeding people, I was looking at my calves and I recalled that I never named the elusive calves. In the far left, there is a bull calf. He belongs to Elusive with a Tag. In the middle is Covey, who is Seattle’s calf and was named for Covid 19. On the right is Elusive withOUT a tag’s heifer calf.
The bull calf will eventually become a steer and will eventually become someone’s sustenance.
The heifer calf and Covey will be cows who birth calves. I need a name for the bull calf and the heifer calf.
I want the bull calf to be named something with a T so I can remember his mother is Elusive with a TAG. I want the heifer to be named something with an E.
I am thinking Toby and Evie. Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions?
Friends.
David has just called me. Presumably from the hay field.
I’m up!
I am NEEDED.
Hadley and Lily want to go to town and do teenagerish things. So now, I must drive my car with the trailer and get the hay bales to be my husband’s helpmeet.
I am now to be trusted.
I will also still need to make dinner for everyone.
I also asked him how much longer and I am pretty sure we will be hauling hay until 9pm.
Later, Gators.
Toby and Evie sound like good names for calves. Of course you could just name the bull calf Toro. Good luck cooking for an unknown number of people too.
Food, you think making food isn’t needed. You are ESSENTIAL.
Just make tons it all will be eaten. Bet me?
Names….I would have to have a chart to keep up with all of that.
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it. – Is that a teenager code?
Oh ya, feeding the troops is very essential but it sure doesn’t feel very appreciated at times.
Oooh boy, I hope that you were able to follow all of your hubby’s instructions on loading hay now that you have been promoted out of the kitchen. Good Luck with the dinner menu!!