{"id":2091,"date":"2020-02-14T02:39:03","date_gmt":"2020-02-14T07:39:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wildflower-farm.com\/2022\/?p=2091"},"modified":"2024-06-08T22:06:13","modified_gmt":"2024-06-08T22:06:13","slug":"my-no-good-very-bad-valentines-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wildflower-farm.com\/index.php\/2020\/02\/14\/my-no-good-very-bad-valentines-day\/","title":{"rendered":"My no good very bad valentines day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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What was once the bathroom rug.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This is just not my day\u2026 It started off terrible. First at about 2 am one of the dogs crawled into bed and ultimately pushed me right out. Got back in\u2026 Went to sleep again\u2026. Couldn\u2019t get the dog out though so he is still there waiting to throw me out again. But, before he could manage to repeat his crime\u2026. Dr. Farmer Moomin, got up to go to work. He knows I have trouble on ice. My balance does not even exist. I am a clutz. He did me the great kindness of feeding The Outside People, (The Outside People, is what we call the goats, geese, ducks, and chickens.) For this kindness I am truly grateful.<\/p>\n

Dr. Farmer Moomin, comes back up stairs, to let me know he is leaving and he is leaving all 3 dogs in the bedroom\u2026 I make him put the Dane, who will come roll me out of bed a second time, in the hall. And the barking commenceth. It is nearly 7 am. So up we all get myself and my other 2 dogs, and we head downstairs to hang out. We barely make it to the neighbor\u2019s for Pikku\u2019s daily romp with my neighbor\u2019s giant dog. It is how a manage the madness of 3 dogs of varying sizes from 20 lbs to 110 lbs\u2026.. It\u2019s how I keep my home calm and stable. The play date as usual went fine, but my third and little man insisted on joining us. Once there he spent his time threatening the big dogs. Unwise. We stood out there for an hour in weather that with wind chill was about 0 f. Finally, unable to feel my feet we headed back across the ice sheet that once was my mini field. By some miracle of the Goddess, Discordia, I made it home without breaking my neck\u2026. Slowly\u2026.. Very very slowly. I feed the inside people (dogs and or homo sapien sapiens, or the right cat\u2026. We don\u2019t have an inside cat\u2026. Maybe we need one. No I am not serious, that was a joke.) Then we all went out for a moment with Yoda, my rather strong middle sized guy, so he could do some business. In we come. My turn to eat and cuz it\u2019s winter, and we don\u2019t have a green house or anything else that needed me at that point, I put on some lectures on Anthropology through The Great Courses.<\/p>\n

Fast forward to later\u2026. Yoda, my middle sized guy, wants to go out again. So we do. Except he start tugging on his leash suddenly and I am on a sheet of ice with no core strength due to an injury that I am still working on getting full function back from. And my luck ran out. For the second time today I am falling. But frozen ground is very hard. I fell on my pelvis and knee. It really hurt and I am gonna be sore for days but I don\u2019t think I did any further serious damage, all grattitude to Discordia!\u2026.<\/p>\n

And today is valentines day to top it all off and now I am too wrecked from my fall to really want to go out or do anything later\u2026. It\u2019s just something about february 14th. I always imagined a great romantic day when I was young and single\u2026. Then the same even 12 years into my marriage. And yet nope it just always has to suck. If it isn\u2019t being single that wrecks it\u2026. It is something rude or crude your date says during your fancy romantic dinner. Or it is your husband simply not caring that ruins it\u2026 Or it might be you just not being in the mood to celebrate love. Not this year. This year it is spoiled by dogs. Yep, the dogs have killed my valentine\u2019s dream this year\u2026. I wonder what it\u2019s gonna be next year. This is a farm. On a farm, it\u2019s always something. Still, I wouldn\u2019t trade any of it to be rid of the giant bruise now on my right hip and knee. There is a price to pay to farm. You lose sleep\u2026 You lose a lot of things, convenience of being close to the city, the respect of family and friends who just don\u2019t understand why you need to do this. Time for yourself, vacations\u2026. etc\u2026. It is labor intensive. It is also an act of love for this planet and it\u2019s inhabitents. I think that is the love I am going to celebrate today\u2026. And it is because of that love you get up every morning and do it all again. Because you know, if you don\u2019t who will? And if no one does, how will humanity continue on this planet? That is being a farmer.<\/p>\n

After my fall, we came back inside, I was irritable and in pain. So, I had some choice words for the doggies\u2026 And then I put Pikku, in the hall so I could have 10 minutes to eat something, (she is a food troll.) When I let her out, she brought with her my only presently remaining bathroom rug which actually is a joke about pets and she shredded it\u2026. I don\u2019t know what else can go to hell in a hand basket but I am pretty cranky.<\/p>\n

Now, I am off to try to love what I do.
\nThere are days it is a struggle.
\nBut, I am a fighter. I have yet to see a struggle I won\u2019t fight through.
\nBeen at that since age 5 when I was hit by a car, which was followed by learning to live with less hearing when they discovered a problem in my left inner ear, which was followed by my war with my own dyslexia for literacy\u2026.. And it keeps going.
\nI may be battered\u2026 I may feel some pain. I may be in a bad mood all day.
\nBut I am not beaten.
\nThank you for reading
\nAmanda Of Wildflower Farm<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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