There are a whole lot of time scales mooted that tell us how long it will take you to establish a habit. To retrain the brain. To exchange a bad habit for a good one. Or introduce a new useful system into your daily routine. Twenty-one days. One thousand times. Three months. I was listening to a fellow on a Ted Talk the other day when I was washing dishes – the only way dishes can be made enjoyable is listening to an audio book or a podcast and I particularly liked the Ted Talk interviews.
( Tia is practicing coming in and out of the Milking Room. In this next image you can see Del watching from the Waiting Room).
Anyway this gentleman, whose name I immediately forgot, had written a book or something, who knows, about adding one specific thing to his regular day for thirty days. Just to try it on, he said at the beginning of every month he established something new. Like eating vegan or meditating or cutting out plastic or writing one grateful thing a day. The objective is one we can all relate to: improvement, working on being a better version of ourselves. I wanted to ask him if he had commitment issues!
I guess his premise was just try it on totally for thirty days then keep it or discard it. I wonder how many improvements we can implement before our lives become sugary with health and goodness. Hundreds probably. But I love challenges. And a month feels so palatable.
I decided to take Sheila for a walk every day until the end of the month.
Then I would start a new month with a new challenge. And Sheila needs the walks anyway – to shake off winter.
We have had three walks, slow ones, short ones too because every time I turned around she slipped back through the gate and started for home. Or it rained or I got too busy to get down the back. So the first thing I learned is that each challenge has to be dependent only upon oneself – not the weather or an old pig.
After trying it for almost a week, I decided this fellow had more control over his life than I do. But I will persevere because I like the concept of exercising one new idea for a short intense period. I also like spending time with Sheila. I will think smaller when I start next months challenge.
In the meantime Sheila is very happy that we are walking again. By the end of the month I will just open the gate – she can take herself for a walk while I weed the asparagus. Yes, asparagus time is coming. The rhubarb is already popping up.
Here is Sheila on a walk the day before yesterday when the sun was shining.
The other day the Fedex woman drove up the lane and Boo was being naughty so I yelled Sit BooBoo Sit! I turned to check that he was sat and both Boo and Jude the pig were sitting together watching closely. When Boo runs to greet a vehicle so does Jude. When I call SIT Boo sit then Jude sits. They are pretty funny.
The FedEx driver laughed so hard she almost backed into a tree.
But Jude is beginning to dig terrible holes everywhere – my front flower garden is gone – no daffodils this year! And I cannot leave him locked in his corner pen for the whole day. He goes to his forever home on the 30th. He can dig to his hearts content over there. His job will be to do all the prep digging in the gardens.
I am over winter. My farm jacket no longer zips up, my winter farm pants are held together with gaffer and I have thrown all the holey worn out cotton undergloves into the compost. My wrecked but old comfy leather work gloves went moldy while I was in New Zealand so that’s that. Winter OVER! We won’t be warm for a while but at least the bad cold is moved off.
Every time John moans about the cold I glare. Nope, it is not cold anymore put sone warm clothes on.
EIGHT big duck eggs yesterday. If their production keeps improving like this I can start selling duck eggs again next week.
The chickens are not doing as well. They did not have a good winter either. I need at least a dozen a day before I bother listing them.
Ok! Work, then a meeting with my organic grain grower. His name is Harold. You will like him.