Monday, Monday

Monday morning and the sunrise was beautiful, even if I only viewed it from my bedroom window.  It is spring break around here, so I know I’ll not get called in for substitute ‘teaching’/crowd control/listening ear to recess laments/assisting those kids that didn’t quite get ‘it’ the first time/gently ‘arguing’ with 5th graders about how the math is supposed to be done.  It is a job that is a bit like pushing jello, but I seem to like it.

It will be a lovely week on our farm, however I’m not sure what will get done as ‘we’ are nursing a few farm related injuries.

Jubal is still out of commission, awaiting his replacement part, which I need to have in order for him to run effectively.  Not having him running is certainly cramping my style.  The wind is not blowing, so perhaps I’ll burn up the slash pile, that is always a rewarding exercise.

Number One Son, The Bride and I managed to rip out the rest of the overgrown shrub trees.  However, when we were pulling the trees out of the truck bed for the burn/slash pile, they tended to tangle together.  Number One and I were pulling on them at the same time, when one came loose slamming the trunk into my nose, knocking me down.  (Yes, it hurt).  The Bride ran into the house for ice, a clean rag (as opposed to the work glove we were using to stop the blood) and my diet coke (yes, she knows me well).  As soon as, my son the EMT was sure I was fine, he started taking pictures of my bloody face to send to his step-father.  (Boys!)  (And no, there will not be a picture of that here).

Our next project was running a final string of barbed wire through a fence.  (A little humorous  that I was the ‘expert’ of the group!)  We did get the final string up and we were very proud of our work.  When I was down in the grass running the wire around the final post, I managed to stand up right into a barb in the top wire!  It hurt like a bad English word and if you’ve been wondering if I have a hole in my head, well now the official answer is…yes!