Labor rids us of three great evils-
irksomeness, vice and poverty.
No more lollygagging around in pajamas all day. No more mornings filled with checking Facebook and posting something silly, while sipping my second cup of coffee. No more flipping the channels on the TV trying to find something interesting to watch. No more thinking about what series I was going to gorge on later in the day on Netflix. All that sitting was bad, bad, bad.
Oh yes it is finally haying season. The weather has changed to something we have been waiting for, and those sunny warm days predicted mean that it is going to be crazy busy. Thank goodness, I need that.
I was actually starting to feel my arteries closing up, wondering if they were just going to stop working, because of the way I have been mistreating them. Oh I have tried to keep myself active with that pole walking class twice a week. I was doing pretty well, or so I thought, but sadly during those days in-between, I seemed to have been very happy in a vegetated state. I ate bad food as I watched the dust bunnies’ blow across the floor, on those rare occasions that I finally had to pull back the drawn curtains to open the windows letting in some needed fresh air. Then I would find myself annoyed while quickly covering my blurry eyes to protect from a blinding light. Don’t even get me started on how many episodes of a series I can watch in one day on Netflix. I am beginning to believe that after the last few months, I will need a Netflix intervention.
On Saturday morning My Hero and I started our day very early. I actually made a great breakfast for us, in preparation of that busy day, and not that cold cereal that the poor man has been eating lately. He went outside and greased something or other while I cooked and sang along with the radio, knowing that finally I was going to be a productive person, the person I have been missing. While enjoying that great breakfast, we made our plans. Big plans together and not my planning what I was going to watch on Netflix while he was outside fiddling around with some piece of broken machinery, something I sadly had been doing.
I was finally excited and thinking about getting grease on my hands, about the sweat rolling down my face and that sweet smell of fresh cut hay filling my nostrils. Happy thoughts, about driving around the fields reacquainting myself with the local wildlife, who would no doubt be welcoming me back, as the dusty baler works overtime behind me.
My Hero will be cutting the hay on the weekends and evenings, trying to keep me busy through the season while he has to work his off farm job. I am looking forward to the planning of the day’s menus before my long day starts in the field. Cooking early in the mornings to make nutritious field lunches, and filling the refrigerator with our late dinners. There are indeed a lot of things to do. Good things, healthy and active things. I am finally going back to what I do best, and that is work.
I have to admit that I am going to miss the whole Netflix thing, a little more than I probably should. Maybe, there will be some time later in the evenings. Possibly, I may be found sleeping with an exhausted smile on my face, in my comfy chair in front of the TV tuned into Netflix. Tuned into that final episode, the one it took me so many wasted hours to finally reach.