Yesterday I broke Jubal, our tractor. I’d like to say it was a due to lack of instruction. (For those of you who actually care what happened, the trailer was hitched to the front. I was driving it and turning it and I managed to turn the trailer into the radiator, which then sprung a leak). As a good friend pointed out, yesterday was Mother’s day, so I am absolved of all tractor breaking.
We seem to be doing a lot of two steps forward, one step back. Perhaps we should call that the Glory Farm shuffle. It is a marathon job, not a sprint. With the ongoing floor refinishing and not being able to unpack, it has felt like we are in “moving purgatory”. I didn’t truly understand how much having order and a reasonably clean home meant to me. It seems that every job we do inside or out leaves us filthy. The ironic thing is that I’ve always wanted to live in the country and on a farm, but I don’t actually like getting my hands dirty.*
The floors have reached the point that we can no longer walk on them. This is great news! It means that the job is getting finished AND we have had to go back to the hotel, where it is clean, cool and they fix a great breakfast!
*(May 15, 2012) I just bought my first pair of Lee jeans. On my way out from the store was a big poster with Mike Rowe from “Dirty Jobs” endorsing Lee jeans… of course!
What were you doing on a tractor on Mother’s day? I thought it was one of the 11 commandments…… Thou (all mothers) shall not be productive on mother’s day……..????
Oh my gosh! Well, the hotel should be a nice change. How long are you out? Take care and hang in there. Hmmm… seems like that is all I say!! Hope it helps. love, Susan
It all sounds totally exhausting to me, well, except for your move to the motel with daily breakfast. Hopefully you turn the corner soon to having some sort of order about you. Love getting your updates. Thank You. Carole K.