From the Farm: Days do sneak up on us
It’s funny how a day can sneak up on you.
I don’t know how my internal calendar gets so out of whack.
Some days Steve and I literally have stopped what we are doing to figure out what day we are actually experiencing.
Sometimes I blame it on not having a regular 9-5 job. The only time my phone or I-pad beep at me is when I have an appointment of some sort to get to.
This week I can blame it on Christmas falling smack dab in the middle of the week.
Holidays during the middle of the week can make for a really long-feeling week.
I mean, today is Thursday. At about 8 p.m. last night I looked at Joe and said, “Is tomorrow Wednesday?”
He just about rolled off the couch he was laughing so hard.
“Are you kidding Mom?” Joe said between snorts, “Today is Wednesday.”
Like a Doubting Thomas, I questioned him.
He assured me that it was in fact Wednesday that very day.
I vented my astonishment and said, “Well, I guess I will have to get up to write my column in the morning.” (I get to have most of Christmas vacation off while Joe is home to milk cows.)
It has been a great week so far. Family is what it is all about.
Steve, myself, Joe and Russell had such a great Christmas Eve and Day together.
The men in the house milked the cows Christmas Eve, while I made a special dinner. It’s their favorite: beef roast, mashed potatoes and gravy and corn.
Not too hard to make in my book. When I asked what they wanted I was hoping for something a little more demanding like a standing rib roast.
After we eat our meal we open all our gifts to each other.
OK. I didn’t open all my gifts.
There is one really tall one that is unwrapped, sitting next to the tree.
It looks vaguely like my old vacuum that I keep down stairs. It’s the vacuum that was brand new until, about two weeks after I bought it, the kiddos decided to play with the ashes from the wood stove.
That was 15 years ago!
That green vacuum got so dirty and dusty from cleaning up the mess, I was sad. My shiny new vacuum looked like they boys poured those ashes over the top of it.
Joey swears this “mystery” gift is an ironing board – with an attachment for a dishwasher and washing machine. Yes, he said the kitchen sink is included as well.
I think he watches too much TV. There’s that commercial out that shows people trying to figure out what their gifts are, even though the wrapping technique clearly gives it away.
They actually moved the gift over to my pile that I was to open!
Like I was going to open it!
Oh, eventually I will open my new ironing board-slash-kitchen-sink-slash-washing-machine-slash-dishwasher.
I just have to figure out a way to really make it into that.
Especially when Joey is around!
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