It is March 3 and the snow is falling like you cannot believe. We have an antique horse, an injured horse and five cows along with calves stuffed in our barn. I'm so sick of packing water and straw I could scream.
It all started in the night with freezing rain. About the time the bus driver called and said she was turning around and going home, it started snowing. Jessie was outside enjoying what she thought was going to be a snow day when the neighbor called. Upon consultation, we decided it best that our kids went to school. Not for our sanity, but out of concern for their education of course. So, he came and picked up Jessie and they made their way to town.
Kelly and I bedded the barn, hauled water to the stock, and milked a cow so we could tube her calf that was born sometime last night and still hadn't sucked. Kelly is out on the tractor doing chores, and I'm supposed to be typing up a colorful biography of a cow to be sold online. In other words, I have to make her sound better than she is.
After the snow last week, Kelly had to clear the driveway with the tractor, so he piles it all up for Jessie. She calls it Snow Mountain. Snow Mountain contains tunnels, luge runs, and more recently a sled jump built by myself. I thought it would be fun to sled down snow mountain, hit the jump and skid down the icy driveway. Every kid likes to catch a little air. So, up the hill she goes and down she comes. She hits my Olympic jump and the sled comes to a complete standstill. The seven year old does a lip stand that should have required a cast or stitches. She spits out the snow and yells at me a little for my less than adequate jump building techniques. So, I promised to fix it. I built it up higher, made a gentle upward curve and a slope that physicists would be proud of. I smoothed it all down with the sole of my snow boots, and we were away. Up the hill again. With a little sled adjustment at the top, she comes careening down to hit the perfect jump. Now, I blame it on the fact that she wasn't leaning back enough to correctly perform the maneuver required to land a perfect ten. She, again, blames it on the jump. Once again, the saucer comes to a complete stop, but with the angle of the jump and the speed at which she was traveling, she caught air. As I said, the landing was not a perfect 10, but a perfect X. She landed spread eagle on the driveway. I was trying not to laugh. Kelly was calling me sadistic so he looked like the good guy, all the while stifling back hysterics. She jumps up and Kelly yells "GET HER, She did that to you." I was under attack by one mad little girl. She pounded me with a few snowballs and then was quickly over it. She resorted to having the three legged dog pull her around the driveway on her saucer. The mom was not so much fun to play with.
So, for now, I should get on with something productive in the house. Not that that sounds appealing at all, but snow days are to be taken advantage of. There is laundry to be done and beds to be made. Hope you have a good one.
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