Farm Chores.

JoeAt about 2am, Joe hollered out:  “Hey!  What are you doing over there?!”

I was sound asleep in the bed on the other side of the bedroom, and he about scared me half to death:  “I’m just sleeping, Joe.”

Joe:  “Well what are you doing sleeping when the cows need to be milked?”

Me:  “I thought it was your turn to milk the cows.”

Joe:  “The HELL it is!  It’s YOUR turn!  I have to feed the hogs.”

Me:  “Will you trade me?  How about I’ll feed the hogs if you’ll milk the cows, since I’ve never milked a cow before…?”

Joe:  “You’ve NEVER milked a cow?  Well alright…I guess I can trade with you.  But just this once!”

Me:  “Thanks Joe, you’re a lifesaver!”

I waited for a couple of minutes and then I said:  “Okay, I’m all done feeding the hogs so I guess I’ll go back to sleep now okay?”

Joe:  “You’re already done?  Boy, you really half-assed it, didn’t ya?”

Me:  “I suppose I did.”

Joe:  “Well, tomorrow’s a new day.”

Me:  “It sure is.  Goodnight Joe.”

Joe:  “Yeah, goodnight.”

The Polka.

Lois is 94 years old and is doing pretty well other than her complete lack of short term memory. She literally asks the same questions over and over and over and over. And over.

And over.

Today’s obsession was about Sedro-Woolley and I’m not at all exaggerating when I say that it’s probably the zillionth time that I’ve answered these same questions.

Lois: “Where did you grow up?”

Me: “Sedro-Woolley.”

Lois: “Do they do logging there?”

Me: “Yep. My grandpa was a logger.”

Lois: “Are there any cows?”

Me: “Yep. Lots of cows.”

Lois: “Do people dance there?”

Me: “Yes, people dance there.”

Lois: “I mean, like, do they GO to dances and do the polka and such?”

Me: “Yep, all the time.”

Lois: “Cuz sometimes dancing is against people’s religions. Do folks have religion in Sedro-Woolley? Is it ‘Cedar’ or Sedro…”

Me: “Sedro and yes folks have religion.”

Lois: “Well then they shouldn’t be dancing!”

Me: “I guess they’re not too worried about sinning.”

Lydia laughed: “Well that’s good because dancing the polka is fun!”

Me: “Yep. There’s nothing better.”

Pause.

Lois: “Where are you from…?”