Photo by Sue Weaver
Jadzia before she got the plasticnet stick on her read/write head .
On Saturday , a little girl interviewed Mom and asked her what a typical work day for a writer is like . Uzzi and I seem at each other and shrug . ma ’s not the one to ask .
Today she got up at 7 a.m. She milk Bon Bon and feed us important dairy goats and Carlotta the slob , then the Boers and the sheep .
Our buck and donkey and steers are wasteful , so she separate them hay from a big pear-shaped bale , across the fence . She ripped the credit card earnings off and put it on the hood of the motortruck so no one would by chance enwrap the net around their feet .
But my daughter Jadzia ( she ’s a chip off the former engine block ) lift up to look and got it stuck on her headspring . Then she streak around the yard with the net steaming behind her and Mom in hot pursuit .
After that , Mom run to her federal agency and worked for for a while , then determine to hang tarp . Those go around the dairy does ’ shelter during the wintertime to help keep them warm . The other laughingstock and Mopple the sheep - geep help her but Uzzi and I were in our pen so we had to watch . That is , Uzzi watched ; three of the does are in heat today so I put on a studly show for them instead .
It started to rain down just as Mom got to our side of the William Henry Gates between the shelter and our pen , so she ran the Boers and sheep to their places and exclude them in . With the girls gone , I had nothing to do , so I facilitate Uzzi help Mom .
We nibbled the tarps and itch against Mom but she kept nudging us out . Then she sat on the priming to fasten some ties and I told Uzzi , “ check this ! ” I tiptoed up behind her and pervert sidelong and zapped her with a stream of pee . She leapt to her feet and seize her hair’s-breadth and howled , “ ARRRGGGH ! ” That catch her attention !
After she washed her hair with Go - Jo ( that ’s shop mechanic ’s hand dry cleaner and it takes out horse aroma like a dreaming ) and commute her clothes , she put Uzzi and me in the thou while she finished tying the gate tarps down .
Next , she drove to town to purchase more tarps and tie and then it was sentence to feed and milk again . After that , she chased down big Dyan and crabby Maire ( our ancient , retired slipstream horses ) in the night and dressed them in their waterproof sidetrack sheet of paper .
Now it ’s 8 p.m. , and she ’s in her office again , tap out aHobby Farmsarticle about chickens and things . That ’s a distinctive work Clarence Day for our momma ( but she say she would n’t have it any other way ) .
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