It’s been a wild ride since we moved into the farmhouse. We inherited three barn cats, now we have 7 all total since one of the barn cats was a momma to be. Neville Longwhiskers and Phyllis are officially house kittens for now and Gus and Ivan the Purrible are not happy about the intrusion. Add to this feline mix four hens and a rooster. We do live on a farm after all. Jemima, Vanessa, Ruby and Coffee (#6 ran out of name ideas I think) are laying eggs and causing our rooster, General Leslie Tso, all sorts of headaches. And now we have a turtle, Mort Goldenbaum. My sister-in-law is convinced that we name our pets all sorts of weird things but I like the fact that the kids are more creative than Midnight or Fluffy or Eggs.
We had a successful get together christened Fall at the Farm and S.O. and I imbibed a lot (shout out to those that made fall flavored Jell-O shots, we thank you) and enjoyed showing everyone the hard work we have done at the farmhouse to make it our own. The kids had hayrides, played on round bales, chased the chickens and Elmyra’d the kittens. (For those of you who did not watch Tiny Toons, Elmyra loved, and I mean, really loved all animals. To death. Relax, the kittens are not dead but they probably will learn to run and hide when they hear the patter of little feet from now on.)
Now that harvest is in full swing I can expect S.O. to be gone from sun up to well after sunset. The combines and spreaders are out in the fields and on the roads. It is time for cool mornings, beautiful sunsets, and liberation from air conditioning. The kids are all in school except for #7 who keeps mommy entertained and on her toes.
This is my favorite season of the year. I miss hubby being home but without him and his crew and all my other agriculture peeps, we wouldn’t have the tasty treats that I am currently gaining weight on. Did you know that Halloween candy is an acceptable form of food? Yeah, me either but my body thinks otherwise. Did I mention that hoodies and yoga pants hide a multitude of sins?
But there is trouble in paradise. Our cars fuel pump went out, we thought it was the alarm system malfunctioning and spent wasted money on a new ignition switch. Car is getting repaired now and it’s only costing 1/3 of what the car is worth so that’s a win. Borrowed my dad’s pick up and now #7 thinks he is a cowboy and refuses to ride in anything other than a pick up or a tractor. Bonus side, we live in the country so driving a tractor down the road is not as uncommon as one would initially think.
#3 is contemplating moving out on his own in January and while I know that he is 20 and needs to spread his wings, I don’t like the idea. #4 is a senior this year in high school and has plans to join the Air Force upon graduation. I’m proud of his decision but again, mommy doesn’t want to let her chickadees get too far away. This is a lot harder than it was with #1 and #2. I am not sure if it’s because I know that they are all slowly flying the coop (gotta love my farming metaphors today) or because the OG5 are not little any more. Probably a combination of both. I still have at least 15 years before #6 and #7 leave so I can just smother them with my affections until then. That’s healthy, right?
Until next time, I will be eating fun size Snickers and sobbing quietly in the laundry room. But not doing laundry. I am not that sad yet!