Another calving season is soon to begin and I am filled with apprehension. I am not able to just let the whole stressful procedure roll off my back like I did when I was younger. Rbt tries to take on more of the work with the cows but he can't do it all and I worry about him having an accident when he is so tired. We will manage I know but the five years until he is ready to retire wont come soon enough for me.
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January 12, 2014
December 13, 2013
The Problem With This Generation
The problem with this generation is we've spoiled them. Through easing our guilt at both parents having to work so the family can live like kings, we never spend any time with them, we felt guilty and bought them every little thing their heart desired. They had no chores, no responsibility, no drive to achieve anything because we did it all for them.
Now they are out in the big bad, mean old world and they can't survive ! REALLY !!!!!
They may be lucky enough to find a job, but they show up late, take too many sick days to go shopping or just lay in bed, ask for advances on their pay because they have no ability to manage their money and spend it at a faster rate than they can make it, their credit cards are maxed out and guess what, they can't pay their rent ! The next thing you know they're moving back in with mom and dad indefinitely. Don't let them !
Most young people today live in a dream world. When they leave home right after school, they think they are so much smarter than their parents. They're going to do things so much better than mom and dad did. There in lays the problem, they move out, age 19+ and expect to find an executive type job paying six digits a year, work only 12 hour weeks with full benefits and a generous pension plan that kicks in after only working two weeks. They want to own a 4000 sq ft house and drive a hummer and be able to take two or three, month long vacations to somewhere warm and beautiful. Basically they want what they think mom and dad have. Only it took mom and dad forty years to get the big house, nice car and vacations. And dad has worked for the same firm for thirty five years and still doesn't make a six figure salary.
Spoiled brats , that's what we have raised. They would rather move into mom and dads basement and go on EI rather than take a lesser paying job. Which leads me to the, "when I was your age" part of my rant.
But seriously, when I was their age I never had those options, you took any job just to pay the bills, and moving back home was never an option, mom and dad never had a basement I could move into.
Now they are out in the big bad, mean old world and they can't survive ! REALLY !!!!!
They may be lucky enough to find a job, but they show up late, take too many sick days to go shopping or just lay in bed, ask for advances on their pay because they have no ability to manage their money and spend it at a faster rate than they can make it, their credit cards are maxed out and guess what, they can't pay their rent ! The next thing you know they're moving back in with mom and dad indefinitely. Don't let them !
Most young people today live in a dream world. When they leave home right after school, they think they are so much smarter than their parents. They're going to do things so much better than mom and dad did. There in lays the problem, they move out, age 19+ and expect to find an executive type job paying six digits a year, work only 12 hour weeks with full benefits and a generous pension plan that kicks in after only working two weeks. They want to own a 4000 sq ft house and drive a hummer and be able to take two or three, month long vacations to somewhere warm and beautiful. Basically they want what they think mom and dad have. Only it took mom and dad forty years to get the big house, nice car and vacations. And dad has worked for the same firm for thirty five years and still doesn't make a six figure salary.
Spoiled brats , that's what we have raised. They would rather move into mom and dads basement and go on EI rather than take a lesser paying job. Which leads me to the, "when I was your age" part of my rant.
But seriously, when I was their age I never had those options, you took any job just to pay the bills, and moving back home was never an option, mom and dad never had a basement I could move into.
November 19, 2013
Sad Tidings
So here it is less than a month after being diagnosed with cancer Rbts brother is dead, the funeral is tomorrow, what would have been his 69 th birthday. These past few weeks have been eye opening in a lot of ways, many I am still processing. But one thing I have had confirmed beyond a doubt is that my man is the king of procrastination and denial.
I am being facetious when I say it is so much better to avoid any confrontation than to clear the air of negativity and be at peace. I used to think my family were F'd up we were always fighting amongst ourselves, but at least we were honest about it. You pissed me off by "borrowing" something of mine, I punch your lights out or tell your jealous boyfriend your out on a date. Ha ha ha, Oh i loved that one.It was healthy. In this moment I can't stand to look at you, but once I get the emotion off my chest by yelling, the air is clear, you know where I stand. It's not healthy keeping things bottled up. It's like a septic wound that rots you from the inside out. A cancer.
Stress has taken up residence in our house lately. Dealing with Toms dying, beef sales, custom wood orders that change daily, the crappy winter weather and a flare up of shingles, it has just been a joy.
I sincerely hope, selfishly, for sure, that life will return to some sort of normal next week. I yearn to sit in front of my easel again.
I am being facetious when I say it is so much better to avoid any confrontation than to clear the air of negativity and be at peace. I used to think my family were F'd up we were always fighting amongst ourselves, but at least we were honest about it. You pissed me off by "borrowing" something of mine, I punch your lights out or tell your jealous boyfriend your out on a date. Ha ha ha, Oh i loved that one.It was healthy. In this moment I can't stand to look at you, but once I get the emotion off my chest by yelling, the air is clear, you know where I stand. It's not healthy keeping things bottled up. It's like a septic wound that rots you from the inside out. A cancer.
Stress has taken up residence in our house lately. Dealing with Toms dying, beef sales, custom wood orders that change daily, the crappy winter weather and a flare up of shingles, it has just been a joy.
I sincerely hope, selfishly, for sure, that life will return to some sort of normal next week. I yearn to sit in front of my easel again.
October 28, 2013
Well, I like that
First snow fell yesterday, ugh. I don't even want to think about the next six months of misery coming our way weather wise.
Some interesting developments around here this month. Got a call from Rbts nephew, Rbts brother has just been diagnosed with Renal cancer. It is advanced and untreatable, so they have put him on morphine and give him only weeks to live. The man looks like he's dead already, totally emaciated. Fluid on his lungs from lung cancer, it is hard to believe he only just decided he needed to see a doctor two weeks ago. We haven't seen him since last Christmas, but you would think someone should have raised some hell a bit sooner. Perhaps they were all waiting for his loving wife to sound the alarm. Dead head that she is, she probably didn't notice anything wrong. The fact that he quit eating should have been a red flag. But since she gets her calories from a bottle she just honestly never noticed his not eating food. Her vow to bow out and leave the boys to handle their dads care and estate business without her interference lasted about as long as her last stretch on the wagon. How long can you hold your breath ? That's about how long she kept her word. Now she has brow beat and manipulated Tom into signing her as his soul decision maker about his health and care. God help him, he's going to need it with her in charge. She has proclaimed her dower rights to Toms home and land. So much for Toms last days being, quiet and peaceful. The boys have got a lawyer and will fight her right to getting their mothers legacy to them. The land has been in their mothers "Wedman" family for 120 years. Long enough for them to have mineral Rights to the property. No small thing in that area with oil and gas exploration. In her will their mother left them the land trusting Tom to make sure they got it,no one could have foreseen Toms meeting this other woman or his latching on to her like a drowning man to a life raft. Stormy days ahead. Meanwhile we have made an effort to bury the hatchet(preferably in Sues head) and went to visit Tom in hospital
, it was strained at best, thank god I took my iPad and could break the ice showing him my furniture and paintings. We haven't made it back for a second visit, Rbt is procrastinating.
Soon there won't be anymore excuses, it is just so sad that things have gotten this weird between brothers because of one loony toons woman that no one other than Tom can stand.
Some interesting developments around here this month. Got a call from Rbts nephew, Rbts brother has just been diagnosed with Renal cancer. It is advanced and untreatable, so they have put him on morphine and give him only weeks to live. The man looks like he's dead already, totally emaciated. Fluid on his lungs from lung cancer, it is hard to believe he only just decided he needed to see a doctor two weeks ago. We haven't seen him since last Christmas, but you would think someone should have raised some hell a bit sooner. Perhaps they were all waiting for his loving wife to sound the alarm. Dead head that she is, she probably didn't notice anything wrong. The fact that he quit eating should have been a red flag. But since she gets her calories from a bottle she just honestly never noticed his not eating food. Her vow to bow out and leave the boys to handle their dads care and estate business without her interference lasted about as long as her last stretch on the wagon. How long can you hold your breath ? That's about how long she kept her word. Now she has brow beat and manipulated Tom into signing her as his soul decision maker about his health and care. God help him, he's going to need it with her in charge. She has proclaimed her dower rights to Toms home and land. So much for Toms last days being, quiet and peaceful. The boys have got a lawyer and will fight her right to getting their mothers legacy to them. The land has been in their mothers "Wedman" family for 120 years. Long enough for them to have mineral Rights to the property. No small thing in that area with oil and gas exploration. In her will their mother left them the land trusting Tom to make sure they got it,no one could have foreseen Toms meeting this other woman or his latching on to her like a drowning man to a life raft. Stormy days ahead. Meanwhile we have made an effort to bury the hatchet(preferably in Sues head) and went to visit Tom in hospital
, it was strained at best, thank god I took my iPad and could break the ice showing him my furniture and paintings. We haven't made it back for a second visit, Rbt is procrastinating.
Soon there won't be anymore excuses, it is just so sad that things have gotten this weird between brothers because of one loony toons woman that no one other than Tom can stand.
October 22, 2013
Whawawa
Up early this am. The mobile butcher is coming today to process three animals, then we will zip into town for our annual flu shot. I Know some of you would warn me not to get the shot but after actually having the H1N1 flu three years ago now, I am a big promoter of the shot.
After the trip to town I plan to work on this nightmare picture frame. Unless some little thing pops up to prevent me......please,please, please...any little thing.
After the trip to town I plan to work on this nightmare picture frame. Unless some little thing pops up to prevent me......please,please, please...any little thing.
October 21, 2013
A Little Bit Crazy
I am no longer a little bit crazy, I am just plain crazy. A lady I a custom building a picture frame for is sending me over the edge. She first contacted me because. A kijiji ad I placed to sell my barnwood wardrobe. Oh I lve the barn wood look, would you make me a frame out of barn wood. I thought, easy money sure thing. Biggest mistake I've made for a long time. Turns out she didn't really want it to look like barn wood, she wants it painted and distressed. She wants the four picture openings in a square, no now she wants them in a row and then she wants it stained rather than painted.
I wish I'd never taken her call.
Good news though, we finished harvest.
Bad news, Rbts brother has just been told he has multiple terminal cancer. He can't breath well for the fluid in his lungs. Big drama unfolding there with us having to associate with his gold digging,psychotic fruit loop of a wife. Time is short.
I wish I'd never taken her call.
Good news though, we finished harvest.
Bad news, Rbts brother has just been told he has multiple terminal cancer. He can't breath well for the fluid in his lungs. Big drama unfolding there with us having to associate with his gold digging,psychotic fruit loop of a wife. Time is short.
October 2, 2013
Whine and Snibble
I am about to whine and Snibble. I may have mentioned in previous years that I hate harvest time. I am the official swather around here and I have finished that job, thank god. There are some hills in our fields that some countries would call mountains and I have to swath them. And if that's not frightening enough, I then have to go over them again to bale the straw. There is one hill so steep that hang gliders use it to jump from. Going down that on the swather makes me nearly wet myself, really !
This year I was unlucky enough to have the cutting table hit a rock and raise up in the air causing the back wheels of the swather to rise up from the ground and the front to nose dive. Did I mention that there is no cab on this swather, nothing to hold me on other than my death grip on the steering wheel and my stiff legged pose with my feet braced on the upper rail in front of the steering column. There is another side hill in the same field that is even worse believe it or not. Right where I have to turn and head in another direction, it's small in comparison to the other but could be treacherous if you don't pay attention. It is so steep that any piece of equipment I. Ave ever taken on I t slides downwards. I can't keep it up where it should be, the wheels just slide in the loose dirt and I miss cutting that same patch of crop every year.
You might ask why we even bother trying to farm it if its so steep, believe me I ask Robt that question every year. He shrugs and says ill do it then, but when I get to that part of the field he no where to be found, and not answering his phone, weird huh ?
Oh well, I'll soldier on.
This year I was unlucky enough to have the cutting table hit a rock and raise up in the air causing the back wheels of the swather to rise up from the ground and the front to nose dive. Did I mention that there is no cab on this swather, nothing to hold me on other than my death grip on the steering wheel and my stiff legged pose with my feet braced on the upper rail in front of the steering column. There is another side hill in the same field that is even worse believe it or not. Right where I have to turn and head in another direction, it's small in comparison to the other but could be treacherous if you don't pay attention. It is so steep that any piece of equipment I. Ave ever taken on I t slides downwards. I can't keep it up where it should be, the wheels just slide in the loose dirt and I miss cutting that same patch of crop every year.
You might ask why we even bother trying to farm it if its so steep, believe me I ask Robt that question every year. He shrugs and says ill do it then, but when I get to that part of the field he no where to be found, and not answering his phone, weird huh ?
Oh well, I'll soldier on.
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