So I was out there, carrying hay and water buckets, singing to my dog and could instinctually smell the coffee brewing on the kitchen stove. The fires were lit and no matter where I was on the farm I could see and smell that woodsmoke, the undeniable certainty of warmth ahead. Homesteaders are a race that devours deprivation with great joy for the promise of the simplest hand-crafted comfort. Coffee by a wood stove after morning chores with farm animals is pretty much homesteader cannon for satisfaction. As indisputable as the temperature.
So I go inside, and I pour a mug of coffee, and I start writing you guys love letters about the healthy turn-around with the sick sheep, and the concert and workshop tomorrow, and I am in the kitchen listening to Jay play Ashokan Farewell when I can't stand it anymore. I need to make some music. You start playing the fiddle and you'll understand. You can't help yourself.
So I go get my Silver Creek fiddle, and I realize from the drop in temperatures that it is sadly out of tune. So I clip in my Snark tuner (best tuner ever) and sit hunched over my devil box in front of the fire for about seven minutes of plucks and adjustments. Happy with the GDAE tuning, I snap my head up to play and…
I holler in pain! I had a cramp in my next going down to my shoulder. It was there since yesterday evening I bet, lying in wait for the perfect moment to spring. Hauling a 150 pound ewe up a hillside after being awake 40+ hours is what tore up the muscle, but that moment of stillness and hunching over is what did me in. I took some ibuprofen, and attached a heating pad to me like a parrot on my shoulder, and decided I was officially middle-aged. Not a bad thing at all.
So my body has officially told me to slow down for the day. I hope to heal up fast, I always do, but right now I am just grateful this happened before morning chores and not during or after. I can sit out for the next few rounds and be right as rain for evening work, perhaps done with a little less gusto. Now, if you would please excuse me. I am going to fill up a syringe within Pro Pen G for a date with a lady on the hill.