But before I could get the laundry done or hit the showers I needed to finish my morning chores. So I grabbed the grain bags from Noble Ace and then made the trip next door to Stewart's for hot coffee. Walking inside I was self conscious so I kept a wide berth between me and the morning commuters. I watched men in polo shirts, button downs, and clean pants and slip-on shoes get into their 4-door cars for their trip to their respected carpeted offices. I watched women with perfect hair, liquid eyeliner, and heels get coffee from the same trough I was. I had one of those moments when you stop to remember a past life. I used to come in here before heading to a corporate office just a few years ago. I was clean, hair washed and ironed, makeup on, clothing crisp and fresh. But nowI was feeling grimy and honestly looking forward to my cup of coffee with genuine fervor while watching ghosts from my past life. I smiled. Dress for the job you want, not the job you had.
Don't worry, I showered. I also did the laundry. I got hay bales loaded, feed home, chores done, fires started, logos delivered, novel added to, new work started, jogged, ate dinner, and here I am updating the blog before crashing for the night. It was a good Monday, and a lot more productive of a start to the week than when I worked under someone else's name. I wasn't as diligent but I sure smelled better. Sometimes life is a happy little game of Go Fish.
In other news: I split orders with another local farm for laying hens and vegetable row covers and hoops. The ground is still frozen here but Speckled Sussex Hens and Lettuce rows are already in the plans. The four fat pigs I raised all winter are being harvested soon and repairs to the pen and new piglets will arrive in their place. The does are getting fatter, and kids will be romping in the living room soon. All the ram lambs are sold and waiting to wean off milk so they can start their new lives on other farms. There are also meat birds on the way (100!) as well winter barn mucking, goat barn repairs, a milking studio to start (inside the barn) and a spring Fiddle Camp to plan. Things are moving right along. I feel like all of April (my least favorite month) is going to be preparation and saving up for the explosion of energy and life that will be June. You know, this June it'll be three years of self-employment living a life I'll never stop pursuing or give up. I should accept that means I'm going to stink around people in polo shirts and heals. I should also be damn grateful for it. Sometime freedom stinks.
Photo by Miriam Romais