Hot, Fussy, and Forty

Kate:  Mom!  How many cows do we have?

Me:  45-50 or so?

Kate:  Are you serious?  It is like we have a FARM, Mom!

HD:  Mom?  Is she for real?

I don’t know, Son.  I just don’t know.

The other day, Hazel got her head stuck in a cattle panel.  HD and I went out to investigate, and we could not get her head back through.

HD tried a couple of different wire cutters, but the wire was too thick for us to cut.  Finally, he went to get the Sawzall.  I tried to push Hazel’s head completely over to one side while he sawed the other side of the wire.  As soon as he started, she was moving her head all about and I made him stop.

I decided we should regroup and think this through first.  I had LD go and get her a bottle with just water and I went around the other side of the panel to feed her.  The water filled her with joy and life.  I  passed the bottle through the panel to HD and she just pulled her head right on out!  Easy peasy.  I am like the whisperer of calves.

Norman the dog knows when I am going to water the plants on my deck.  He waits by the door to attack the light.  Like so:

Poor dog.  Slowly going insane.

I had knee surgery number 8 this week.

It has been, by far, the easiest recovery I have ever had.  I didn’t need crutches and have been able to bear weight the entire time.  I give it two thumbs up!

David brought me home and got me all set up and then had to get some work done.  While he was away, the air conditioner stopped working.

Reader.  Let me tell you something.

I am a pretty easy going gal and I am definitely not too high maintenance for my poor husband, but here is one thing I do know:

Teller does not like to be hot.

My knee was wrapped in like 20 feet of thick cotton and then some ace bandages and it was so thickly wrapped, I couldn’t even feel the cooling relief of the ice packs.  I was instructed to not take the wrapping off for three days, but I was dying, man.

David:  Did you take the bandages off?

Me:  Yes!  I had to! I was dying!

David (eyebrows shooting off of his head):  BUT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO.

Anyways.  David, who is not an air conditioning repair man, worked for many hours and finally, he got the air conditioning working again.

*My hero*

The poor guy.  He was like, “Sorry, it is not working,”, and I was like, “Sorry, I am hot, fussy and 40 and I cannot live like this.”

So, he fixed it.  He is a nice boy.  I will keep him.  I really appreciated it.  I was absolutely miserable until he fixed it.

Hadley is currently “babysitting” me.  She painted my fingernails and arranged for Lily to bring me my favorite coffee stand treat:  Big Train Vanilla Chai Tea Hot with Nonfat Milk.

The night before surgery, I was pleading with the four children about watering my flowers.  I am very concerned that my flowers will die as a result of my bed-ridden-ness.

LD:  So, are you, like, dying?

Me:  No.  I just want you to water flowers.

LD:  But, are you dying?

Me:  No!

LD:  Ok, then.

And that is all I have to say for now.