Relative Something

Monday was a day of rest. Whatever illness found me to be a suitable host has brought on congestion, coughing, headache, body aches, fever and fatigue. Between delusional-dream naps, that don’t feel as restful as I wish they would, I was able to read further into Joel Salatin’s book. That served both to inspire and intimidate me. Not an unexpected response, I would guess. I aspire to accomplish everything he describes, while at the same time, I feel weighed down by the burden of how many issues need to be considered and acted upon, and how daunting a task it is to get things done in a most efficient and beneficial sequence.

What comes first, the chicken or the egg? Or the fence, or the hay shed, or the breed of dogs, or the pickup truck, or the horse trailer, or a more local employment opportunity, or the source for hay and feed, or the deck maintenance, or the varmint extermination, or the critter-proofing of the log home, or the water sealing of the log home, or the re-calibration of the garage door opener, or the energy audit of the home, or the design and installation of a rainwater collection system, or the arena creation, or the exercise rounds, or the equine watering system, or the manure management plan, or the tractor attachment to move 1-ton rounds of hay, or the repair of Cyndie’s car after the deer collision.

Oh. Cyndie hit a deer last night. Oops. There’s never an efficient or beneficial time for that event.

The tally since we moved here:

John: 1 fox

Cyndie: 1 deer

There are plenty of opportunities for similar animal collisions in the cities, but this does feel like a result of having moved to the country.