The End has Finally Arrived

A rather Ominous title I know but it seems fitting, for I thought that calving season this year would never end...The last cow, calved yesterday morning, thank God...We discussed why this calving year seemed to go on and on and decided that it was a combination of weather and a bad breeding bull...after all we had only one black calf born this year out of a hundred cows. There was of course suppose to be more, but he wasn't doing his job...

I have to admit that the end seems rather anti-climactic...somehow,  I expected angels voices, fireworks or at the very least some sort of trumpet sounding...after the great effort we both expended to get through it all unscathed and still married. Oh well, just another disappointment, and in spite of all the dead calves at the beginning every cow, it appears, has a calf en Teat...hahahah  even if it's not her own...thank god for twins...again this year..

There is another storm blowing through today...temperature wise it seems mild...only -9 but there is a heavy wet snow falling and fairly brisk wind making the day quite miserable.... again... so our being free to leave home again after being held virtual prisoners for the past 8 weeks...is a bust...since it is so miserable out that Robert has to bed the cattle and keep the home fires burning if you will...besides the highways being treacherous...

We did slip in to the city on Tuesday while it warmed up for our usual one day per week...We drove like maniacs to arrive in time to catch the early matinee movie of "RANGO" starring Johnny Depp's voice....hahahaha it was hilarious...the first animated movie I have gone to see since my son grew up but I enjoyed it very much ...and wow have they come along way.... The humour in this movie is very adult...and subtle...so you have to pay attention and not just to what is being said but what is happening behind the main characters in the background...cracks me up just thinking about it...hahahaha

We dared the whole Costco scene and managed to escape with only minor bumps and bruises....but is it just me or is it a more general disease, that grocery packers just don't give a damn about your stuff.... I mean if they don't want to do it, why the hell won't they let me pack it all back in the cart myself...after all I packed it in there, neatly and it all fit...so why the hell can't they get it back in the cart the same way... honestly, at Christmas we had one very full cart but when we left the store...we were pushing two carts because the moronic twat that repacked the cart couldn't fit it all in one, like I had....IT REALLY BURNS MY ASS, that I pay very good money...as in not cheap...for exceptionally nice produce, or at least it was until it went through the check out...take Tuesday for instance. the check out experience started off on a bad note when I was trying to put back on the bottom of our cart the 5 L jug of dish soap I had removed so that the other girl could scan the product code, but the older ethnic lady who had a hold of the front of the cart kept jerking it because she was impatient to move it past the check out and start packing the smaller stuff back in...but the jerking was making it harder for me to return the jug...and she finally just pulled it away with our jug of dish soap half in half out of the bottom rack of the cart...it later fell off of that rack and landed in the road in the parking lot and Robert, unaware of it's falling just kept on walking...it wasn't until he moved the cart to his side of the truck to finish putting the bigger things in that I had a chance to go around the back of the truck and spied our Sunlight dish soap laying out where the vehicles were driving, it is amazing it hadn't been squished...I picked it up and took it around to where Robert was just finishing up...and asked him where my dish soap was...he looked confused then peeked in the truck and the look of perplexity that passed over his face was priceless...I handed him the jug then and he groaned...I didn't even have to say anything...hahaha but that was just one small part of the story...so.. I bought a lovely big cantelope...as well as other produce...she ( being this older ethnic lady,  packed it in a box in which some taller jars and pasta boxes were at one end and my BIG round cantelope was at the other end...she then drops the box holding 8 loaves of 12 grain bread on top of it, making me wince...but to add insult to injury she then stacked a second box on top of it...and proceeded to throw, and I mean throw as in TOSS flat packs of chicken breasts and pork chops, plus a half dozen packages of hot dogs and a 2 kg container of Becel and box of 32 Silhouette Yogurt into said box....I am sure my mouth was gaping wide while I watched her...but I had, on another occasion in which I was irate, promised Robert to never chew the packers out again...so I bit my tongue and moaned the whole way to the truck..because to rescue my cantelope from the very bottom of the cart would have meant unpacking the whole thing...I was livid by the time I was sitting in my seat again....but you ALL would have been so proud of me... I just leaned over turned the radio up loader and said not a word....but next time...ohhhhh I can't make any promises....