The Wise Novelist

Hey . . . hay!

Yesterday should have been Wednesday, because I was humping. . . hay.

I hate when I need to replenish Claire and Honey’s hay supply. They go through 21 bales in about 8 weeks. That’s a lot of hay and a corresponding amount of mule muffins. But they’re worth it. Nothing but the best for my girls.
What really sucks is when there is too much snow on the hill for the delivery truck to make it down to the barn. Then I have to hump it from the truck to the fence, lift it over the fence and place it neatly on the other side so I can stack and cover it until the weekend.
There is no easier way to do it. I can’t even open the gate because is it snowed closed and if I did mange to open it, Claire and Honey would reward me with a prison break, and an hour or two chase.
So I hump and lift and lay it perfectly on the ground – and no that’s not a euphemism. Twenty-one times. There’s a core workout for you. Although I’m resigned to never losing my Dad bod.
Saturday I’ll have to hump that all down the hill, one by one, to the barn.
Could be worse.
Now I need to cut this short because I have a lot of lawyering on my plate today.
But first, a kitty cuddle, my rounds and some torture.
Hopefully, Wednesday will be hump-free.
You fine, five readers take a deep, relaxing breath. Monday is behind us all.
Have one more cup of coffee.
Then go out there and make today a great one.

2 Responses

  1. Always. I just like to complain. Better than therapy – which, being Irish, we are impervious to. Thanks for checking in. And if anyone else reads it, Johnny makes an appearance in FJM in the Gaelic Park reference.

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