January 19, 2009
Ash bucket ass tumble
No worries about the pipes freezing up today as the temperatures are above 0 and the water is running in rivulets and slick sheets on the surface of the ice. It is a treacherous walk to the barn. The cows have the planks up across the barn door, open but contained, so they and their very big bellies, won't slip and fall. And then voila, what did I go and do! A very nasty slip with my bent arm behind me, squashed under my (little) body. I lay on the wet ice sheet, dirty ash all over me long enough to feel a chill and get annoyed for feeling sorry for myself. Now I am a slightly crippled madwoman farmer. Ah, but nothing will stop me! Climbing up to the loft of the haybarn is easier than coming down. And I have perfected the art of the one arm manure fork maneuver. I am believing it is just badly pulled tendons, but if it is worse in the morning I'll go for an xray.