Do you have time for an evening coffee? In my case it will have to be decaf.
The windows are open, the birds are chirping a bit, the air is still, it is a gorgeous evening. It is 9:28pm on the longest day of the year. I think I have about a half hour before my pillow and I need each other.
I am missing my blog. I just haven’t made it here too much lately and definitely not for a chatty blog. I like doing those. This is my chance.
We feel like these are good moments we are in. Maybe that’s crazy, considering the fuel bill for last month is a little more than $9,000. Life is kind’ve expensive these days. We carry on. We are counting ourselves blessed in this moment that our dugouts are full, the creek is full, the well is full and the grass is growing quickly. This was a scene we couldn’t imagine last year at this time. Our cow herd is doing really well, gaining some weight back after our tough winter and doing well with pushing out the calves. We are thankful. The last little bit has seen Ron and Russ working on fence repair and construction. Ron has also been attending to machinery upkeep. Russ has been getting cow/calf pairs trucked to their summer pastures. Morgan has been a jack of all trades and recently started doing some horse training. Jill and I are floating around the edges. Jill dives deep when needed. She has had the nerve wracking job of running the controls on the hydraulic chute and continues to be the head castrator on our crew, she is swift and kind. So………….all our skills are being expanded and deepened as we all continue to monitor the calving herd and respond to things.
Off the ranch Gina has had a great month so far and I am going to write about that a bit more in a few days when we celebrate her 20th birthday. She arrives into the Regina airport tomorrow and we are sure looking forward to setting our eyes on her.
Jill graduates next week. We have so many different feelings. One of the big ones tonight is concern. Morgan tested positive for Covid this morning. Our hope is that he remains the only case in the house, he works through it and we are all good to attend next week. However, it may unfold in a multitude of ways that mean we will be flexing and bending. I picked up five more boxes of test kits, so we have about 30 tests on hand. That should allow us to test the heck out of ourselves. At this point Morgan is doing well, he has a sore throat and a bit lower energy but otherwise is feeling good.
I have a lot of baking to do in anticipation of next week and today dawned cool and cloudy so it was the day to get at it. I put a mask on and baked away.
Seems like overkill maybe, but peace of mind for me means this is how it looks. I made a puffed wheat cake using a new recipe and put it in a bundt pan. It turned out so well. That kind of stuff excites me. I also made a batch of buns and bowed to peer pressure, (just from Russell), I used a little mini branding iron and pushed our brand into the buns. It didn’t really turn out.
When I was a kid our route to the cottage included driving past a pig farm near the Petrofka bridge. It was inconceivable to me that anyone could live with the smell that came from that place. I perhaps was acting like a bit of a snooty city girl. Anyways, its spring on our ranch and Ron started taking care of the manure in our corral today. Our whole yard smells just like that spot on the highway. I never thought I would be a girl with a not-snooty nose, but here I am killing it! The balance to this smell is the heavenly aroma on my kitchen counter from the bouquet of roses that Russ picked me in the pasture. He was thrilled to report the abundance of wild roses found there and took me for a tour later today. The smell is incredible.
We celebrated Father’s Day by attending church together, having lunch out and our good ol cinnamon bun and bacon celebratory meal for Supper. On the way to church everyone answered the question, “what is your favorite memory with Dad/Russ?” At lunch we talked over, “what is something Dad/Russ has set as a good example for me?”. At supper we worked with the question, “what is something you are looking forward to doing with Dad/Russ?” Later on Gina phoned Russ, I was there, Russ put the phone onto speaker phone and I asked her those questions. She indicated that she really liked answering them. Maybe sometimes words can be gifts. (I hope so at least, because Jill was the only one to buy Russell a gift.)
I spent half an hour on the phone yesterday reporting fraud on my credit card. Today I was telling Gina about it, she reminded me that I had given her permission to use my credit card to pay for parking fees at the course she was at. So………..I called the credit card company today and spent half an hour getting the fraud report reversed. Oops. In my defense, Gina was in Vancouver and the line came through on my credit card for “Honk Mobile Toronto” and I had just been in Toronto so it just seemed that these $20 dollar daily charges were a result of my number getting lifted. Nope. Russell did say, “weird that they would steal your card number and then only spend so little.” Yes. Weird. And………..my mistake….again.
Time is up.
I wish I could put into words all the funny stuff that happens.
There is hours I could spend writing about the Tenderlands. I have been struggling. Maybe a few minutes will present itself.
We have some deeply uncertain days ahead.
Mostly, we are well.
Our deepest truth is that we are thankful.
I promise if you were here in person I would not do all the talking like this. I would enjoy hearing about what you are being tested by, what you have been smelling lately and any mistakes you are reckoning with, along with the funniness, gratitude and worry that might be shaping your days.