The Distracted Farmer

It’s another sweltering evening and I was debating turning on the air conditioning but was trying to hold off on general principle (I’m always trying to compete with Mother Nature to see who’s more stubborn) and also to save myself from heart failure when I get the electric bill. Anyway, I digress, I was busy trimming soap and getting them ready to package for a special order and I needed to go get my recipe book so I could list the ingredients on the labels…as I headed into the kitchen to grab the book I realized I was starving.

Hubs is at an agriculture board meeting tonight so I figured it would be a pistachio and beer kinda night (dinner of champions right there). I grabbed the bag of pistachios and happened to glance out the window and see the horses. I’d been working from home all day but hadn’t had a spare minute to spend time with Shasta so I decided to rectify that. I put down the bag of pistachios and headed down the hill to spend some time with my girl.

Once I got down there I saw that Gia had several new insect bites on her back. I went to get the fly spray to offer them some relief but apparently Gia wasn’t appreciative of this idea. In fact we had what we call in the horse world, ‘an excellent training opportunity’. Once that was finished convincing Gia that all spray bottles weren’t demons in disguise and had sprayed both horses I did a brief walk through the garden and saw that the tomatoes were looking beautiful, heavily drooping on the vines and begging to be picked, and just like that my dinner plans changed.

I grabbed a couple of the tomatoes, a handful of herbs and a garlic bulb. On the way past the chickens I grabbed a couple of eggs and almost ran to the house, my mouth watering in anticipation. I love homemade tomato soup with a couple of eggs dropped into it and as a bonus I have some homemade soft cheese to dollop over the top. I was practically drooling just thinking about it. It would be totally worth turning on the air conditioner to enjoy this soup.

As I waited for the tomatoes to cook down I decided I really needed to sit down and type out the labels for the soap, except I really needed a beer to wet my parched throat as I worked and as I wandered past the laundry room, on my way to the garage to get a beer, I realized that there were two loads of laundry that needed to be folded. So I got to work folding laundry and then put it up. Finally, I headed out to get my beer and about that time I realized someone had taken my beer out of the fridge when the fridge stopped working last week and failed to move it into the other fridge. All my beer was warm. Sacrilege! I put some beer in the freezer to hurry along the process and went to work pureeing my soup and impatiently waiting for the beer to chill.

Now I’m sitting here sipping beer and enjoying my soup and thinking I need to work on those soap labels and wondering how anything gets done around here. Ok, time to get serious, I’m going to work on the labels, nobody say squirrel or otherwise distract me….. hey, I wonder what’s on FB this evening….