Monday, January 17, 2011

note on fridge

Stop at hardware store on the way home from work to buy roof rake. Come home from work. Smell poo. Hear Gibson crying. See diarrhea all over crate. Open Crate. Take Gibson outside. Gibson poos out pie plate bits. Sheep need to be fed. Gibson gets a bath. Gibson gets dried off. Place towel down in living room. Feed wet dog. Wash and scrub plastic crate. Bleach crate. Start fire in wood stove. Take out other two dogs. Start to assemble roof rake. Get a call from Shellee. Talk to Shellee while assembling roof rake. Still have to feed sheep. Use roof rake. Success! Talk to Shellee while raking snow off barn. Gibson barks at barn snow falling off roof. Rake breaks. Drop iPhone in deep powder. Curse, a lot. Have to feed other dogs. It is -3 degrees and a storm is coming tomorrow. Find frozen iPhone after fifteen minutes digging with flashlight. Fingers ache from cold. Phone still works! Missed three calls from Shellee certain I was covered in roof snow. Add wood to fire. Feed other two dogs. Phone starts acting funny. Go dig out trash can from snowbank to pull to front of house. It is heavy. Curse women's liberation movement. Still need to feed sheep. Still need to feed chickens, geese, rabbits, and Pig. Come inside. Drink coffee. Worry abour needing more heating oil. Check furnace. Down to 1/3 tank. Worry about paying for more oil after 600 dollars in truck repairs. Focus on soliciting ad sales. Go back outside. Feed poultry in chicken coop. Pour fresh water into their font. Go inside barn. Turn on heat lamp. Collect frozen rabbit water bottles. Feed Pig. Scratch Pig's ears. Replace her bucket with fresh water. Realize truck can't handle commute in storm. Call Tim Daughton about a ride to work tomorrow. Ask if Gibson can come too, and avoid another long day in crate. Apologize to Daughtons profusely. Haul hay out to sheep. Refill sheeps' water bucket. Haul 20 pounds of water through snow. Decide women's liberation movement is effing bullshit. Scratch Sal. Come inside. Add wood to stove. Pour stout beer into glass. Starving. Make ramen noodles. Laugh at irony of homesteader-in-training eating ramen noodles. Say grace for dark beer and hot food. Change into pajama pants and old NEBCA sweatshirt. Turn on heated Blanket on daybed. Turn on Part 2 of Gettysburg. Cuddle with clean dog. Too tired to understand movie. Watch it presently with aid of memory. Decide that this first winter on the farm is humbling. Turn thermostat down from 61 to 58. Worry about what to do with Gibson tomorrow. Gibson is already asleep on my chest. His breathing is slow and no longer dirty, scared, hungry or panicked. All the animals are fed and safe. House has heat. Fire burns. Blanket is warm. Day was long. Early morning tomorrow. Another storm will roll in with ice and fears. Start all over again. Note on fridge says "NO PIE TINS ON FLOOR PLEASE."

Smile. I wouldn't want any other life in the entire world.

59 Comments:

Blogger Life At Cobble Hill Farm said...

What a great post Jenna. Loved it. I smiled right with you at the end. More snow tomorrow!
Staci

January 17, 2011 at 8:19 PM  
Blogger laura said...

When I got to "Gibson pooped out pie plate..." I just chuckled to myself. Sometimes the hardest days are so satisfying. Mostly because you survived. :)

January 17, 2011 at 8:24 PM  
Blogger joie said...

Another great blog post, Jenna! Still snickering at the comments about the "women's liberation movement"!

January 17, 2011 at 8:27 PM  
Blogger Boyles Family Farms said...

Keep up the good work. I've had some crapper days on my farm too (pun intended). . .but I can tell you wouldn't be happy anywhere else.

January 17, 2011 at 8:37 PM  
Blogger twistie said...

LOL cursing the womans lib, I hear ya Jenna, I too have sursed it more than once.

January 17, 2011 at 8:39 PM  
Blogger The Sprouting Acorn said...

"Curse women's liberation movement." Laughed out loud on this one! Fun post…

January 17, 2011 at 8:52 PM  
Blogger E said...

From the New York Times - a smart border collie:

Chaser, a border collie who lives in Spartanburg, S.C., has the largest vocabulary of any known dog. She knows 1,022 nouns, a record that displays unexpected depths of the canine mind and may help explain how children acquire language.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/18/science/18dog.html

January 17, 2011 at 9:00 PM  
Blogger Kimberlie Ott said...

After getting 2 new lab pups this week we have been picking up lots of poo..swearing too :)imagining you with the runny stuff made me just humbled. I will stop feeling sorry for myself and just rejoice we have these 2 lovely pups to hug! I am so grateful for your talent of helping me see the farm as if I am right there experiencing it. Wish I could help you shovel snow.....we had 56 degree weather today with Chinook winds....it seems crazy for Jan! Have a great day tomorrow!

January 17, 2011 at 9:02 PM  
Blogger Bombdigity said...

totally LOL at this one, especially the pie plate pooping

January 17, 2011 at 9:12 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Goodness are you serious! Pie tin not a paper plate? If it was a pie tin then you had best watch him close to see if he is peeing or pooing blood, that will cut up the stomach and intestines! I hope he passed it all ... poor doggie!

January 17, 2011 at 9:21 PM  
Blogger Trish said...

Keep on keeping on girl!

January 17, 2011 at 9:21 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

Here's to making it through the "effing bullshit" and coming out on the other side! Thanks for another great post Jenna~ you can stick the iPhone in a bowl of dried rice if it is still being goofy. It will absorb the moisture. :)
~Heather
http://semi-farmed.blogspot.com/

January 17, 2011 at 9:28 PM  
Blogger Duck said...

If your phone gets wet, the only successful way I've heard of to dry it out again is to pack it in rice. I hope it's fine, since Apple doesn't cover water damage (if I remember correctly anyway).

My dog once chewed batteries (okay, a few times). Thankfully they didn't explode or give him acid burns or get ingested... Yikes. Same pup also chewed a metal remote control. $60 for a new one... And a pair of work boots. Surprisingly he hasn't done much since. :)
Garbage raids are pretty rare, but do occur on occasion.
The beagle thing on the other hand has destroyed more stuff than he's worth. Grrr.

I think I'd also assume someone was buried if they were talking one minute and then nothing on the other end the next! Glad you're okay!

January 17, 2011 at 9:30 PM  
Blogger Tara said...

This is hilarious to me, but only because I have suffered through SO many of these days! Glad it ended warm and snug. :) And if Gibson is okay now, he'll likely be fine tomorrow too.

January 17, 2011 at 9:37 PM  
Blogger Ellen Rathbone said...

Great post. I feel ready for a good night's sleep just reading it!

January 17, 2011 at 9:55 PM  
Blogger Kathy P. said...

Hey Jenna, I just found this in your post of August 21, 2007:

"It’ll be years before I have sheep and a rumpled border collie. Years. And that’s if I’m lucky enough to be able to find and purchase a bit of land someday."

Did it take as long as you thought it would back then?

January 17, 2011 at 9:57 PM  
Blogger Dayle said...

OMG! Too funny. I, SO, feel your pain! Been there with both kids and dogs. You should see the mess neon crayons makes when mixed in poop!!! You need a couple pottery pie plates!!! Have a better day tomorrow! This too shall pass!

January 17, 2011 at 10:35 PM  
Blogger Susan said...

wow. I will think of you when I am at work tomorrow and not complain. Exhausting! But glad you like it. You have found your bliss.

January 17, 2011 at 11:21 PM  
Blogger Kris said...

Wow, I am exhausted now. I hope you are nice and cozy warm up there in all that snow. Poor Gibson. I hope he eats no more pie pans ever again.

January 17, 2011 at 11:22 PM  
Blogger jennthepen said...

As the song says, "When you're going through hell, keep on going & ya might make it through before the devil even knows you're there..."

Love the humor in it all!

You go girl!!!

January 17, 2011 at 11:30 PM  
Blogger finsandfeathers said...

Good to know the wood stove can be the anchor of sanity on a crazy day. I think of mine often....especially on the airplane and the long drive home... where I can sit and enjoy the fire in my stove with a glass of homemade wine.

Summer's are very different; )

January 17, 2011 at 11:49 PM  
Blogger SWEETHEARTS MOM said...

RAMEN NOODLE HINT: HOW TO MAKE HOMESTEAD RAMEN NOODLES--

WHILE THE NOODLES ARE BOILING CRACK IN TWO LARGE FRESH OUT OF THE CHICKEN EGGS AND STIR WITH A FORK...THEN ADD THE POWDER.

THAT'S IT. HOMESTEAD RAMEN NOODLES.

GETTING TOUGH. I AM SORRY YOUR WINTERS ARE SO ROUGH. I HATE THEM HERE IN TX AND THEY ARE ONLY ABOUT A MONTH LONG AND I COMPLAIN ABOUT 20'S THAT LAST A WEEK!

LET US KNOW IF YOU NEED TO SELL NEXT YEARS WOOL CSA EARLY..I WOULD BE INTERESTED

January 17, 2011 at 11:52 PM  
OpenID Tami said...

What a great picture of the old tools on the faded barn. Imagine the hours of use they have seen, the sweat and blisters they have issued. Probablt the favorite, most used tools and were kept out for easy access.

January 18, 2011 at 12:21 AM  
Blogger Paula said...

I can't see the irony of ramen noodles on a homestead- they sure sound like a back up plan to me (and darn good, I might add). Homesteads are all about the backup plan.

Man, I'm glad you had G crated. I once had a dog who liked to watch the world go by from her perch on the back of the couch have an accident all over it. Ran down the front and the back. My husband and I were both pretty freaked about it until I figured out how I was going to clean it. Thank God it was leather!

January 18, 2011 at 2:31 AM  
Blogger Nanette said...

Oh, an actual pie plate!! I thought at first you meant pie plate sized poops...poor Gibson.

Around mid-90s here right now, nearly 8pm....and 100% humidity...phew that's an Ozzie summer. Keeping warm with blanket, wood stove and cuddly dog sounds good.

January 18, 2011 at 2:48 AM  
Blogger Affi'enia said...

Love the WLF comments. You survived the day though, didn't end up covered in roof snow.

January 18, 2011 at 3:39 AM  
Blogger jlandrist said...

Sounds like you sure had a day! I love your attitude. Life may be stressful at times but you cannot let it ruin your day. Life is still good all the time! These are just bumps in the road that make us appreciate when things go right. Keep up the great work! Steve is slowly warming to the idea of moving out of the suburbs to a more rural life. Thank you!

January 18, 2011 at 6:27 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Maybe this will cure Gibson of eating things that aren't food? My old dog used to be a terrible chewer until he ate a pillow and got really sick. After that he never again chewed up anything he shouldn't.

I was also cursing the WLM last night as I spent an hour turning a 5 foot pile of compost. Heavy work!

January 18, 2011 at 7:17 AM  
Blogger Kelpie and Collie said...

Women's liberation means liberation from men's complaining ;) Be thankful. Stay safe today. Hope Gibson feels better.

January 18, 2011 at 7:27 AM  
Blogger seagoddess said...

Snowing right now or freezing rain or a combo of the two...smiling along with you - agree some days on women's lib...

January 18, 2011 at 8:00 AM  
Blogger doglady said...

Rule 1-When a dog has real diarrhea, fast it and then give rice and a little boiled burger for a couple of days. If it is really bad Immodium will help.
Rule 2- A dog usually has diarrhea when you have a lot of pressing jobs like you did yesterday.
Rule 3- Somehow they manage to get the pooh on things that don't clean easily.
Rule 4- When any electronic device gets wet remove the battery without trying it and dry it out. This can be accomplished in a warm oven or near the wood stove. In the summer, sitting for a day in the hot sun works. I've rescued my pager twice and a cell phone once this way.
Rule 5- Celebrate your success at conquering the days problems with a good beer. Oh yes, you knew to do that. Good Girl
I'd forgotten this single do it yourself life falls under the guise of Women's Liberation.

January 18, 2011 at 8:07 AM  
Blogger Odie Langley said...

Jenna, you are one tough gal and I applaude your efforts to care for everything that needs you on your farm. You are a shining example for sure.
Odie

January 18, 2011 at 8:38 AM  
Blogger Diane said...

I'm right there with you, farm girl! I'm still sore from spending part of Sunday lugging one ton of 40 lb bags of wood stove pellets down the hill to the basement door (next year, it all gets stacked at the bottom of the hill). Stacked a face cord of firewood on the porch and laid in a good supply next to the wood stove. The "frost-free" faucet I installed near the barn...isn't. It's a long walk with those 5 gallon water buckets. The wheelbarrow has a flat tire, so everyone is going to have to put up with smelly straw for bedding for a couple of days until I can clean. And there is no one here but me and the livestock. And yet, all the animals have shelter from the storm, and plenty of good hay and water, both stoves are rocking, the power is still on (for now) and I went to work on a holiday so I could be a Weather Chicken and stay home today. I will make cheese, and turn some summertime tomato surplus into sauce. Life is good. I hope your iPhone can be revived. They hate moisture, but the advice to stick it in a bowl of dry rice does work.

January 18, 2011 at 8:52 AM  
Blogger treehuggers kitchen said...

Love it. You're amazing

January 18, 2011 at 9:02 AM  
Blogger Just A Gal said...

I had to read this twice and may read it a third time so I know what a real hard day's worth of work is. Thank you for making me realize how cushy I have it. You're awesome!

January 18, 2011 at 9:54 AM  
Blogger Whiffletree Farm said...

You are a trooper. I know what you mean about this cold; we are wearing two layers of everything inside the house and the thermostat, here too, is down to 58. I agree with you completely about "women's lib" but remember, it all started with the vote.... I don't want to give that up. Stay warm, drive carefully, drink beer.

January 18, 2011 at 10:35 AM  
Blogger Whiffletree Farm said...

You are a trooper. I know what you mean about this cold; we are wearing two layers of everything inside the house and the thermostat, here too, is down to 58. I agree with you completely about "women's lib" but remember, it all started with the vote.... I don't want to give that up. Stay warm, drive carefully, drink beer.

January 18, 2011 at 10:36 AM  
Blogger Shannon said...

I love reading your blog! I was browsing through old posts yesterday and spent half my time making mental notes on homesteading ideas and half my time laughing. I came across Made From Scratch a couple of weeks ago and it's been a huge inspiration as I start my journey of urban homesteading. You rock!

January 18, 2011 at 11:53 AM  
Blogger The Wistful Farmer said...

Hope today is better.

January 18, 2011 at 11:57 AM  
Blogger Snyder's Homestead said...

JUst glad you were okay Jenna....Gibson too!! I gave up chatting with ya...after we disconnected again. Talk to ya soon :)

January 18, 2011 at 12:27 PM  
Blogger Tara said...

I eat ramen all the time too - and yes, they are GREAT with farm eggs and fresh homegrown veggies thrown in. Heck, I grow kimchi vegetables just for that purpose!

January 18, 2011 at 12:27 PM  
Blogger hlbrack said...

Still chuckling...thanks for a "day in the life of a homesteader," Jenna. We're all rooting for you!

January 18, 2011 at 12:38 PM  
Blogger Lauren said...

You made completely unfunny series of events amusing.

We discovered that bacon fat has similar results in our dog(s). Yuck!

Hope today is better than yesterday.

January 18, 2011 at 12:53 PM  
Blogger Maery Rose said...

I've also heard the wet phone in a bag of rice works well so may be worth a try. Funny, funny post. Humour will get you through such days and it is satisfying to know you can handle it all (but, yeah, some man muscle is a good thing).

January 18, 2011 at 1:11 PM  
Blogger Meredith A said...

at times guy friends can be a single girls greatest gift.

January 18, 2011 at 1:20 PM  
Blogger SouthernHeart said...

Jenna, did you talk to the vet about Gibson and the metal bits in his intestinal tract? I'd be a little concerned about intestinal bleeding. I know, I'm a nurse and a worry wart.

January 18, 2011 at 1:42 PM  
Blogger This is My Life said...

Thank you for posting about your real day. I was totally laughing because blog land is so full of happiness it was such a blessing to read reality.

January 18, 2011 at 1:52 PM  
Blogger Joanna@BooneDocksWilcox said...

speaking of ramen noodles -
this looked good and easy
http://noblepig.com/2011/01/16/cilantro-noodles.aspx?ref=rss

I sympathize with all the farm chores that need to be done, winter is rough.

January 18, 2011 at 3:30 PM  
Blogger oukay said...

If you still have the passed parts, see if they approximate the missing piece of the plate. Metal does show up easily on x-rays, fortunately. It is amazing what the dogs can pass, however. I would watch Gibson for unexplained vomiting down the road.
On a lighter note, it could be worse. I had a client whose dog (not in a crate!) had diarrhea and then the Roomba vacuum cleaner carefully spread the diarrhea all over the house while the owner was gone!!!

January 18, 2011 at 4:14 PM  
Blogger Cathy said...

Jenna,
You are the BEST!! Thanks for sharing your heart with us.

I had mentioned in my last comment on that you should think about advertising more on your blog to make lots of money.

Here is a link of someone that helps others do this:
http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/2010/10/proverbs-31-how-to-make-money-from-home.html

Blessings to you,
Cathy

January 18, 2011 at 4:20 PM  
Blogger Charles said...

Farm life is so much easier now, when I grew up on the farm nobody had a truck, nobody scratched a pig's anything, dogs did not live in the house, even trained stock dogs, heating oil? that's a joke our house wasn't heated. Electricity, I don't think so, running water, television, nope, warm clothes, nada, I did get a coat when I was a junior in high school.

Toughen up girl life on a farm is a bitch.

January 18, 2011 at 4:41 PM  
Blogger Stargazer 2 said...

JENNA,
SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT DEAL OF OUR DAYS!!! JUST GLAD THEY DO NOT ROLL AROUND VERY OFTEN!!!
YES, IT WILL ALL SHAKE OUT,
& GET MUCH MUCH BETTER AS I'VE
LEARNED FROM THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS!!!
THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ALREADY PARTIALLY ACHIEVING YOUR DREAMS TELLS ALL OF US THAT YOU
WILL COMPLETE THE JOURNEY, & WHAT
MAKES IT SO VERY NEAT IS THE FACT
THAT YOU ARE SHARING YOUR JOURNEY
WITH ALL OF US!!! THANKS!!!
CHEERS WITH A HEALTH DRINK, & OF COURSE I LIKE THIS POST ALSO!!
RONNIE A VERY HAPPY EX SEAT WEAVER!!!
http://www.chaircaningdirectory.com
P. S. THANKS TO YOU I'M WORKING ON
MY FIRST BOOK ABOUT CHAIR CANING, &
SEAT WEAVING WHICH WILL NOT BE A COPYCAT BOOK ON THE SUBJECT!!!

January 18, 2011 at 5:28 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

I loved reading this :-) I love reading how much you love your farm almost everyday.

January 18, 2011 at 5:32 PM  
Blogger ladybughomer said...

My geek friends all agree - dry out phones in a bag of rice. Good luck Miss Jenna. Not so cold here - not so much! Sign.

January 18, 2011 at 6:22 PM  
Blogger Tracey said...

Jenna~ Thank you for showing the not so fun side of your journey, as some blogs tend to neglect. Your blog is so inspiring, especially on days like today where things aren't the greatest. I hope things are better now!

January 18, 2011 at 8:11 PM  
Blogger Deb said...

As always you put a smile on my face, but OMG I totally thought you were joking about Gibson eating the pie plate! Poor guy!

January 18, 2011 at 8:57 PM  
Blogger Ann said...

This makes me think of Eleanor Roosevelt's "You must do the thing you cannot do." You do it, Jenna and it will serve you well all your life.

Also, remember the Maine 20th! (I love that movie.

Sending blessings from Central Maine (another freezin' tundra tonight).

January 18, 2011 at 9:54 PM  
Blogger Reason's Whore said...

Aw, if you had a husband you'd just have to add fixing his dinner, washing his shorts, and servicing him to the list. ;D

You sure got a lot of energy. It's good to be young and strong of body.

January 19, 2011 at 1:47 AM  
Blogger City Sister said...

That is life in a long rant...and you just keep on going...it's the only way to stay sane while working out the farm life...I'm glad you still find it satisfying even after, as Alexander would say, a terrible horrible no good very bad day.

January 19, 2011 at 4:40 PM  

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