We’re a nation of puss cakes…

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1. Jonathan Webb says

   May 8, 2012 at 4:48 pm

   must…not…rant

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2. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

   May 8, 2012 at 9:49 pm

   JOB,

   Idle curiosity: What’s the best chore on the farm? What’s the worst?

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   • job says

     May 9, 2012 at 6:56 am

     Milking is definitely the best. Unless you get a defective teat. But once you get the “hang” of it, it’s very satisfying to milk out and strip the teats.

     The worst is probably being the one chosen (usually my brother in law) to stack the hay in the top of the maw as it comes up the elevator at a hectic slow motion pace. Incessantly, the bales march on, no stopping…. On a given hayday, the temps are usually going to be in the 70s-80s – so temps at the top of the hay maw are usually ranging close to 100 – not to mention the token hornet’s nest ths size of a volleyball (sometimes larger) buzzing like a bad conscience from the rafter at the back of your neck and little ventilation providing a Cliff’s notes version of eternal torment. From my perspective (I’m usually loading the bales onto the elevator), that’s the all-time worst.

     But I’m sure my in-laws, nephews, nieces, wife and children, who do chore more regularly than I do, would have a different take (yes, I am a puss cake with a puss cake desk job that keeps me away from the farm more often than I’d like).

     I wonder where, for instance, ai’ing Petunia the Sow falls into the mix…

     JOB

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     • Jonathan Webb says

       May 9, 2012 at 3:29 pm

       Where does slaughtering a hog you’ve named fall on the heirarchy?

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       • job says

         May 11, 2012 at 7:18 am

         Since we tend to name the hogs things like “Bacon” and “Ham” and “Tenderloin,” not very high.

         And besides, we usually have a priest friend or two who are really big fans of meat help out with the caedes, so it’s an occasion for merriment if not outright celebration.

         JOB

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     • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

       May 10, 2012 at 11:50 pm

       … the token hornet’s nest ths size of a volleyball (sometimes larger) buzzing like a bad conscience from the rafter at the back of your neck and little ventilation providing a Cliff’s notes version of eternal torment

       You should have been a poet!

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       • job says

         May 11, 2012 at 7:19 am

         So I’ve heard.

         [sigh]

         JOB

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