Showing posts from August, 2009

charge of the cow calvary

I will forgo writing down the statistics of my Monday night milking shift—my first I’ve had in a month, due to work coverage and vacation—and instead tell of the comical end to my day. But before I do that I will just mention that since last I wrote, a couple changes have happened. The meanie queenie of cows, Stella, is pregnant and is being dried out, therefore is only being milked in the mornings right now. Praise be to God! Stella has this amazing double kick which once made me do a Neo-esque back bend to avoid catching a hoof to the face. We are now also milking two cows new to the Dairy Barn: Joanna (daughter of Josephine) and Tara. Anyway, during the warmer weather the cows go out into the pastures to enjoy things like alfalfa, which they L-O-V-E! I normally walk them to the pasture kitty corner to the Dairy Barn yard, however, they are now going to the pasture right across from the Dairy Barn, which apparently is a HUGE, CONFUSING change because first the cows decided to just s…

little by little or if suddenly...

I stumbled across this on accident today while looking for something else and I am SO glad that I did. This is such a beautiful poem, I just had to share. Lovely, lovely, lovely!

"If you forget me"

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each …

cloudy with a chance of being turned into a movie, and the end of vacation

I feel as though I am still avoiding writing about my time at home in MI, and my time spent here at the Farm over the past few days because I think: 1. I am still processing my time in Michigan, and the long and arduous drive to get there and back, and 2. I think that if I write about my vacation this past week and a half that means that it is truly over...which it is...sadly. Tomorrow I go back to work. And, though I love work, I really love vacation. I have felt like a tumbleweed this past week; blown around and tossed into odd projects; blown into chance meetings and run-ins with friends, fellow co-workers, and not so chance ones too.

So, in the spirit of avoiding the inevidable I will write instead about how it seems like every book is being turned into a movie these days! Here are just a few examples of
books gone Hollywood:
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, based on the book (of the same name) by J.K. RowlingTaking Woodstock, based on the book (of the same name) by Elliot Tib…

finding quiet

I am an extrovert most of the time and even when I am not around others I still find myself staying very busy; I had a hard time just sitting and being with myself. Upon reflecting on this fact with my friend Christy she shared the below article with me. It is particularly hard for me to make enough quiet time for myself in community, so some of the below advice was helpful. Thought I would share.
Buddhism vs. Speed: Busyness is Laziness, by Dr. Reggie Ray.
by on Sep 2, 2008
Busy-ness is Laziness,” by Dr. Reggie Ray,
from elephant journal’s Autumn 2005 issue.Life emerges out of the silence of our inner being. The life that we have in our mind, the life that is a reflection of our planning, the life that has been constructed out of bits and pieces in our environment—external conditioning, things we have observed in other people, things that influential people
have told us—is actually not who we are. That pre-planned life is rigid. It’s artificial. It’s unresponsive. It…

good, wholesome fun

So much to write about, but it is too damn hot, so until I cool off--at least enough to be able to sit here for longer than five minutes--I will repost this old post of mine, which I stumbled upon this morning. It makes me laugh. I hope it makes others laugh too.
9 Ways to Cheer yourself up:

1. Attack a co-workers car with "Potted Meat," and popcorn (spelling their name with potted meat on windows is very important to self enjoyment). If you don't know what Potted Meat is, go to a gas station with a questionable reputation and you should be able to find it. THe best description I can ulger: spam meets a blender and cat fish

2. Go into shopping stores and use the electronic cart usually saved for the elderly or overweight...find an older person and race them...odds are you will win.

3. While in the groccery store sing or hum (if you are shy about singing) as loudly as you can, the theme song to the A Team, (if you do not know if, it is also the background music in Napolean D…

just another something Monday

Aside from being a bridesmaid for Amos and CJ, I also had the extreme pleasure of being asked to read a poem at their wedding. The e.e. cummings poem "I love you much (most beautiful darling)"--my second e.e. cummings poem; B1 & B2 had me read "I carry your heart" at their wedding. I am not sure why, but I am thinking of this poem this morning as I prepare to spend my last day home in MI--about to take Monster Niece and Nephew to the park before the rains come in again. About to again say goodbye to family and friends after a fast and short weekend home; about to again smoosh myself into a car for 11 hours of driving alone; about to again return to my home and what I love. Time away offers good perspective, no?

i love you much(most beautiful darling)
i love you much(most beautiful darling)more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your comingalthough winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and su…

sighs of contentment

As we crept—I swear that time has a way of knowing how to crawl at an ants pace toward the things we look forward to and then fly through the truly enjoyable moments!—through a VERY busy week toward the wedding of friends Amos and CJ there was so much to do! We all had jobs for the wedding, in preparation for and on the day of (a very cool thing which I wish more people did—it really personalizes the wedding experience for everyone when more hands go into the making of it!) B1 was on desserts; B2 was on EVERYTHING—he was bouncing around wherever he was needed; TSO was the photographer; many, many Farmers and family members were on decorating the reception area, flowers, heating and moving food; and my job was the music to be played at the reception: both dinner and dancing music. Over the past couple of weeks Roomie J and I put together playlists, Amos and CJ added on to those lists, then Jenna, S and I added more songs. I spent a day downloading music into iTunes, and finally finishe…

"welcome welcome"

Adorable M, daughter to M & N (dear Farm friends), is being taught to say, "WELCOME, WELCOME!" when she greets people at home. (M was coaching her in this the other night when I stopped by). In that same spirit I would like to give a warm, Monster "WELCOME, WELCOME!" to Bill, a former coworker from my life in MI.