I have no idea why I wrote Wash your Hair in the title line. But I have this rule that whatever I write in the title cannot be changed. Some kind of weird superstition. It is a spin from a thought and whether it has nothing to do with the days journal or not does not seem to matter to my Paddington Bear brain.
Maybe I do need to wash my hair. Sometimes my hair spends days on end crammed up into a hat – I think I want one of those slouchie hats to eliminate the word CRAMMED. Actually I don’t think I even like that word. Crammed.
These are the littlist of the fat little piggies.
Look at Tia – her long, long hair and unfortunate face, her eyes too close together but she is such a dear. My mother (with a completely straight face) told me once never to trust a man whose eyes were too close together and never to trust a person who has “habits” . I asked her what she meant by habits and she said people who do the same things at the same time and things like that. I guess she would not have liked my cows especially Tia whose eyes are too close together and wants to do exactly the same thing at the same time every day. A good trait in a milking cow in training. I have high hopes for this heifer.
That’s the trouble with having a dead mother – you can’t ask them to clarify the random statements that made sense at the time but once you are grown up you look back at them with a raised eyebrow. I just have to make it up as I go along.
Anyway the water is clean again – beautifully clean actually. So I can wash my blonde hair now without fear of it turning out grey. My Aunty Barbie (who is not really my Aunty at all) always said that I was the kind of fake blonde that gave real blondes a bad name. She was a real blonde. My sister once asked me what my real hair colour was and I was flabbergasted. How the hell am I supposed to remember that! I said. MY sister brings out the worst in me.
The slushy we were crunching through the other day has turned to solid ice yesterday. This morning will be oil slick. I put sticks under a few of the gates that are the worst offenders when it comes to getting iced into the ground. This way I can lever them up and out of the ice at chore time because they freeze into the ground very fast. The annoying part of this plan is Ton who wants the stick and therefore helps with the stick removal too then runs off with the stick before I replace it under the gate. This with cows breathing down ones neck waiting for the hay in the wheelbarrow.
Today the weather will creep up to just freezing point then dip down in the night then continue to creep up some more getting warmer every day. The water heaters can go off and I need to lock the West cows up onto the concrete pad again for the forseeable future. In warm wet weather like this their hooves will destroy the resting pasture. The mud becomes a menace.
I need the tractor to come out of hospital soon as the concrete pads at both barns both need cleaning off and there is no sun for days to dry anything off.
The good thing about a warm winter is that the animals and birds don’t suffer in the cold. I always feel guilty when I leave them out there and come back into a heated house.
I hope you have a lovely day.