Farm Wife vs. Time Change
“What did you do with the extra hour from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time?”
I heard this question posed so many times this morning already after we pushed our clocks back an hour last night. I saw a Facebook post that suggested a good way to spend that early morning hour was by watching a Hallmark Christmas Movie and had to chuckle. So, how did I spend that extra hour?
To start off, I slept in a bit. I woke up at 5 am new time, 6 old time. That means I got an extra hour of sleep if we go by my weekday schedule. Now since it was Sunday, I usually sleep until 6:30 or so. So, I guess by Sunday standards, I was up early.
I got my shower, tossed a load of clothes in the wash, put up dishes, reloaded the dishwasher, hand washed some dishes, straightened the kitchen, worked on stamping some gift bags for a craft fair next weekend, organized some stuff for the same event and started designing some stuff on the Cricut for the craft show. My husband had gotten up, finished chores and came in. He asked if I could help get a group of cow/calf pairs up before church so we could match them up, tag them and sort them after lunch. Sure. That pasture is usually easy to get up so I slipped on some shoes and headed out to help out. When we were done with that, I headed to the house and loaded my son’s truck with burnable trash for him to take to the burn pile. Once he headed out with it, Mike (my husband) came inside and looked at the clock....well, actually he stared at the clock. “Is it really just 7:30?” “Yup, I already adjusted the kitchen clocks.” “Well.....could you help us get up the west pasture and sort them real quick?”
As a farm wife I know “real quick” is rarely that, so I answered, “As long as ‘real quick’ is less than an hour.” I believe I saw him smirk as we headed out. This group included the cows who’s calves made the sale this fall along with a couple of donor cows we’re getting ready to flush. We got them up, sorted and moved to new pastures. Amazingly, that job only took about 30 minutes. I asked, “Is that all?” “For now,” was his response.
Back in the house I managed to complete another 4 craft projects, dry the load of clothes I’d washed earlier and get some meat out for supper tonight. Oh, and clean up for church....which included a good foot washing since I didn’t quite make the leap across the creek. One foot landed in the mud. I get why it was such an act of service when Jesus washed the disciples feet. They wore sandals all the time - walking down the dusty roads, getting in and out of the boats tied along shore lines, and walking in and amongst the sheep in the pastures. So you know their feet weren’t any cleaner than mine this morning. Although, they didn’t get ridiculed by their adult son for not being able to make a clean leap across. “Just jump,” he said. Old, fat, white women don’t jump that well, son.
So there you have it. My “extra hour”. I’m not quite sure how I squeezed so much into an extra 60 minutes, but I guess I’ll be thankful for it.
Photo: Iowa Land Sales & Farm Management