MISTAKES HAPPEN

 

Monday, the phone rang, Jamie answered it. It was the sheep shearer. He said he was coming 8 AM on Wednesday. I wasn't too happy about it. It is a little early. I don't like to do shearing until late March. Besides, the ice dripped off the barn roof and made a ridge of ice and I couldn't get the barn door open.

Yesterday, I took my eight pound splitting maul out to the barn and chopped away at the ridge of ice. It didn't take too long to get the door open. I put some new bedding down so the shearer would have a clean place to work.

My sheep are not trained to a feed bucket, so I need to lock them in the barn, when I can catch them in there. I went out at dusk; they were not in the barn. I went out at 9:30 PM; they were not in the barn. The trip was worth it because the sky was, the most blazing with stars, that I have ever seen. I saw constellations I never saw before. It was absolutely amazing. I went out again at 11:PM. The sky was not as spectacular; the moon [first quarter] was still below the horizon but it was lightening the sky. My sheep were lollygagging in the pasture. They showed no sign of wanting to go into the barn.

This Morning, I awoke at 5:55 AM. I bet those sheep are in the barn. I leaped out of bed. Well not quite leaped, I am long of tooth. The Sun wasn't up, but the dawn was not far off, and I could see to navigate. The sheep were in the barn. I closed them up.

Now I had to wait two hours for the shearer. I did the crossword puzzle, played a version of scrabble with some folks on my iPad. Thought of some more things to do to get ready for the shearing. I needed to get an extension cord from the garage. The outlet in the barn is ten feet from where the shearing takes place.

Back in the house. It is getting close to 8 AM. Look out the window. Drink coffee. Play some more scrabble. 8:30 comes. 9 AM arrives. Call the shearer. He says, “it is next Wednesday.”

Well life goes on. Mistakes happen. Now I will be ready. If I can get the sheep in the barn, again. They were jubilant to get out. They kicked their heels up and danced around like lambs. You would think they were locked up for three days not three hours.

I love every moment of my life; even the silly parts!

Love and Peace, Gregg