Sunday 18. August 2019

Well, it’s almost that time again. Four free weekdays left for summer vacation and it’s back to the school year grind. Bubba and I both go back on Friday, which is rather strange, but it’s the first day schools are allowed to start the year in Iowa.

Bubba is going to be in the 11th grade and I will begin my second year of being a para. Bubba is not wanting to go back to school, I’m right there with him. We’ve been so busy the past few weeks, the thought of having less time to do work that needs be done has been causing stress of it’s own.

This year I will be working part time, the school is allowing me and another lady to job share. We really didn’t think it would be given the green light, still trying to get it sunk into my brain. Have yet to be excited about it when I know I should be dancing in the streets…so to speak.

We had a meeting a few days ago to learn our new assignments for the year, learned of all the things we now have to do and are no longer to do and feel like there’s a noose around my neck. I don’t recall school being so restrictive in my day in various arenas. Will see how it goes.

Have talked with my Old Boy about it and will give it until November 1. Thankfully I don’t have to work and don’t have to stay if I’m miserable. Hopefully just being negative being I’m not ready to have to wear shoes all day again.

Until Again,

melmpf

The Beginning

From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a farmer and a stay-at-home mom just like my mom and dad.  There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to be a farm girl FOREVER!  As a farmer’s child I think you are either born with the love for the farm or not.  My brother and I were born with it, our sister was not.  While we were outside riding horses or messing with the livestock, sister was in the house reading or off in town with her friends.

Although my dream of having an Old MacDonald’s type farm didn’t quite work out for me, we are still in the ag industry and have slowly built our small acreage up over the years and have too many horses, a Zebu bull, a dwarf Angus heifer, one longhorn cow and her two month old calf.  I have my pumpkin patch and flower garden I love to go out and pull weeds while listening to an audio book or a podcast or two.  Old Boy and The Boy have begun a small hay baling operation after having a harder and harder time over the years of being able to find good small square hay bales.  Times have gotten harder to find high school aged kids willing to bale, so big round bales have become the way.  I so enjoy watching My Guys head out to bale.  Guess it gives me that Days of Old type feeling.

Before I was born my dad farmed with his family.  Months after I was born we moved off the family homeplace to our own place to farm about 20 miles away.  Grandma and Grandpa had retired and built a new home in town not long before our move.  Often Grandpa would come out and work on the farm, but the days of farming with the family was over.

Not a large scale farm by any means, dad had plenty of land and cattle to merit a full time hired hand until the mid-80’s when the farming crisis hit.  By that time Brother had graduated high school and college and worked along dad on the farm while also starting his own cattle herd and small livestock hauling operation.

My folks were fortunate enough to have survived the hell of the 80’s, but did have to scale down a lot and have to work their way back again.  In his 70’s now, dad has been able to scale down again, of his own accord this time, and do just what he wants to do.  He has his longhorns he raises, he still has a section of land he raises corn, alfalfa and oats.  He still has his roping horses, although not as many as once.  He still ropes, although not as often as he once did…a hobby he’ll never give up…along with the farming he’ll never give up.  

Thinking of my life without the rural lifestyle, and all that comes with it…I can’t even imagine and wouldn’t want to either.  I quite honestly believe it’s in the blood.

Peace Out!

melmpf

Back At It

Have been at work recently on some new writings, getting back to what I was wanting to do when I first started this blog. Growing up on the farm…farm life, marriage, family and the like.

(My dad and I back in the day…the farmer and the farmer’s daughter)

Peace Out!

melmpf

Tuesday 4. June 2019

Summer is here! Last day of school was this past Thursday…the longest day EVER! You know how when you are so wanting something and time slows to a crawl…that was last Thursday. Was a perfect send off of the year too…three couples had to be broken up for inappropriate touching on school property, seventh and eighth graders…they all looked at me like I was out of bounds telling them to STOP TOUCHING! Hauled four sixth graders to the office to spend the last part of the day in detention for out and out rolling on the ground, punching each other. What the hell? It’s probably wrong of me to do so, but I’m constantly telling them what my high school principal used to tell us back in the late 1980’s…take it off school property…fight all you want, but not on school property. Yeah, we had a pretty cool old cat for a principal back in the day!

So tickled to be on a three month vacation! Or three months of recouping from the last nine months. Definitely need some time to find my sanity again and get caught up on the house! Have two rooms, almost three rooms CLEAN! A few days ago I didn’t even know where to begin, that’s how far behind and how bad of shape the house had gotten. Told myself I’d start on our bedroom, the sheets needed washing…so a good place to start. Now I’m just moving to the next room from the one just finished and it seems to be working well. Actually feel like I’m starting to accomplish something. Have even started on the weeding. Feels good!

The past month we’ve had a few ups and downs in the family. The kind of events that makes one appreciate life and those we love most. We lost my amazing great uncle a few weeks ago, 87 years old and one of the loves of my life! We didn’t grow up close with my gramma’s youngest brother and family, but after marrying and having our first child our family dynamics seemed to change, Uncle Bob and Aunt Norma started coming to more and more family functions and became a part of our lives. This guy was an absolute rock star! Big time tough guy with a heart of gold. So glad that we got to know him and love him and so happy to have been able to talk to him on the phone a couple weeks before he passed. The funeral was tough, had the fire fighters and veterans there. Fellow fire fighters were the pall bearers, a huge American flag was hanging from a crane at the cemetery, the 21 gun salute, the playing of Taps…absolutely beautiful send off to an absolutely great man!

Two weekends ago out daughter made it home from out west…we celebrated my dad’s 75th birthday…almost all the grandchildren were able to make it…something that doesn’t happen too often anymore. We are so blessed to still have that old cowboy with us. Dad was in VietNam in 1969…his life has been affected by Agent Orange. When I was in junior high in the mid-80’s he finally gave up on the regular doctors and went to the VA. For many, many years he drove the 90 minute each way to the VA for radiation treatments. I don’t recall a time he has ever spent in the hospital or a time when he was ill to the point of keeping him from doing his farm work. If and when he felt too sick he didn’t let us see it. He still team ropes, he still farms…can still lean off the side of a horse to pick a hat up off the ground and can outrun some of the older grandchildren. 75 years old. After I was married in 1993, I was told his doctors at the VA had said he would never see my graduate from high school, I graduated 28 years ago. Tough old bird. So blessed to still have him still with us and doing so well! He says it’s the whiskey! Could be!

Three days ago we lost our Godfather, Old Boy’s uncle. After a few year fight with cancer, he lost his battle. We knew it was coming, but it was still a sock to the gut. Uncle Steve had no son, Old Boy was always like the son he never had. After losing his brother three years ago in May, Uncle Steve rallied the family together and became the leader of the family. The family became so close and strong, it was all because of him. When Uncle Steve summoned us, we came running…his daughter one day said, you guys jump whenever he says jump, it’s like he’s The Godfather or something…the name stuck and that’s how we refered to him and saw him. 67 years old, too young. The biggest joker and one hell of a hard worker. He was like another father to Old Boy and I and like a grandfather to our kids, hating the thought of having to say goodbye to him on Friday. Thankfully The Girl has an understanding boss and is getting the time off to come home for a couple days. The Boy (17 years old) is having such a hard time, have never seen him so heart broken…breaks my heart even more. As hard as it is I’ve learned how to look at death in a new light. He’s not suffering, he’s with his mom and dad and with his two younger brothers again. We can always talk to him…maybe get to tell him a new joke from time to time.

Life is a dance! Dance!

Until Again…melmpf