You think I can't run fast enough to make it to first base just 'cuz I'm a little farm boy wearing John Deere boots?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Here we are at the end of June. I'm not sure how we arrived here so quickly. We haven't done anything monumental this summer (aside from the dual tonsillectomy earlier in June). We've just done a little bit of this and a little bit of that.
A little bit of family visiting
A little bit of birthday cake eating
A little bit of picnic enjoying
A little bit of lamb snuggling
Monday, June 22, 2009
From time to time, I receive a note from a reader of my newspaper column. I enjoy hearing from each person who takes the time to email me, but a few responses have been especially memorable.
For example, one reader took the time to express her concern about the health of my aging dog. Incidentally, Mitch is still chasing cows several years later.
One reader chastised me at great length for "airing my laundry" in public after I wrote a tongue-in-cheek column about my husband and I battling over the location of the coffee pot in our kitchen. Incidentally, we're still married.
Our state's lone Congressional representative responded to one of my rants about government spending with his own letter to the editor.
Of all the responses my column has elicited, my favorite is the one that follows, which was written after this column was published a few years ago.
Hi, Erin, I always read your column first in the Prairie Star. You so often speak from my heart, as well as your own! This week's column was so true. One day last summer, as I was working in the garden and thinking about various help we've had, it occurred to me that you'd probably like to know about one of our favorites.
She was a little black haired gal that came to us after a somewhat circuitous career in a lot of places. We knew her last three places of employment; before that was a mystery she never shared. Because she was kind of little, and not quite so glamorous, some of the other gals kind of ran over her sometimes. She'd just tuck her chin and work harder. Boy! could she work!
After she'd been with us a few years, she became a very proud mom. She spoiled her daughter rotten. Her daughter lives at Arlee, and now her granddaughter is startingto work for us. When she got old enough to retire from outfitting, a family with three little kids gave her a babysitting job. She enjoyed that until she passed away of old age.
As I was thinking about Molly, it floated through my mind that "Erin Robertson" was the name on her brand inspection when I bought her at Judith Gap in the mid-90's. And I'd just read your column about multiple surnames--- You never know what your column will do!
-Mary Ellen Schnur
Why did that email move me to tears?
Molly was my horse, purchased with my hard earned sheep money that I had saved throughout my childhood, and I had always wondered what had happened to her after I sold her when I started college. Most horse owners never have the satisfaction of knowing that their horse was well cared for and loved after going to a new home.
My writing means nothing without my readers. It meant more than Mary Ellen will ever know that she read my column, connected the dots, and so eloquently wrote the story of Molly.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I have not, in fact, fallen off the face of the earth.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
After our fun family outing to the feedlot last week, I made every attempt to plan our next getaway that would top the excitement of visiting our heifers.
Every farm family vacation is really a business trip in disguise, so usually I just wait for a piece of equipment to break before I head to town to complete our other errands. This week's excuse to make the three-hour drive to Wal-Mart is a little more complicated than most, though.
We made the difficult decision to have two of our children's tonsils and adenoids removed. But because we live so far away from. . . well, from anything. . . I scheduled dentist appointments as well. Yesterday I loaded up kids and luggage and set off for the city.
Three hours later, I was dragging my kids through Target wondering where I come up with these ideas.
The dentist went fairly smoothly, and one child is now missing two of the teeth she had when we arrived. She needs two more extractions, so in true farm wife style, I scheduled that appointment for the same day all four kids will visit the opthamologist next month. I'm sure looking forward to that.
Then we were off to the hotel room, where we rode the elevator just for fun and fascinated my deprived children with the door that magically unlocks with a plastic card.
Now, following a delicious breakfast of Jello and popsicles, we are waiting to depart for the surgery center.
I'm pretty sure the best parts of this little outing are already over.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and the patience to drive three hours home tomorrow with two kids who are feeling crummy and two kids who are jealous of the attention the others are receiving.