The good lfe?
Have you ever considered chucking in suburbia and moving to the country? Chappy and I are almost considering giving dairy farming a go, you could say we have been pondering the idea somewhat.
Having had some nosy and irritating neighbours over the years the notion of space with a view is quite alluring. I could do with some space, and so could the weenies. Just think of the vegetable gardens I could have, and with plenty of lawn left too. I could have some pigs, as pets ofcourse, and chickens for eggs, and I could even have my very own dog.
Then theres the other things. The cows. The big heavy smelly non potty trained cows. Im not overly keen on cows you know, they walk towards me and I freak! I have no idea how to tell a cow to back the buggery off. Dirt. Theres a lot of dirt to deal with. More to the point to live with, it gets onto everything, no sealed roads. Which leads to the potholes.
I can learn to dodge them I suppose.
Shoes. I wuill have to put my nice shoes away from the smell and the dust and the animals, and haul on some gumboots. I havent owned any of those since I was a tot, and even then I don’t ever remember actually wearing them. Chappy says I wouldn’t need to bother wearing my makeup every day, he says that as if I want to go without it. He assures me that I won’t need to shower and put my makeup on in the wee hours when we get up to go do the milking. I’ve seen a milking shed before and I’m not sure how far he thinks I’m going into one.
Theres also the matter of chappy being a mad keen crazy surfer, he has lived near the beach most of his life and tells me you cannot take the surfer inland if you want him to stay. My cruisy laid back surfer boyfriend would turn into cooch out of the footrot flat comics. Or worse, he would be Wallace. Oh. That would make me the cheeky tart from the city.
Note to self: Move to the beach.
17
Nov
Heh you start with “Chappy and I”… sounds more like Chappy is considering it!
I like small town life, but er… not so keen on fully-rural!!! I agree, Cows are waaaay too big… especially in numbers!!
My sis and bro-in-law managed a happy medium, he grew up on a farm and she grew up in the city. They have a lifestyle block which I think is only a couple of acres but they don’t work it with animals. They both have other jobs but my sis has a great garden/vege patch and the kids have lots of room to run around and play and they are only about 30 mins from town in one direction and the beach in the other (their place is in Kaharoa). And, best of all, they even have a sealed road to their house!!!
I know I would not get on with dairy farming – a good friend of mine took it up a few years ago and I never see her now – she’s too busy milking or too tired from milking. She says she doesn’t even have time to email anymore…… hmmm, maybe she is trying to tell me something.
Mandz you wouldnt hack dairy farming!
Firstly you would have to get over the odour of cow excrement, and I know how yucky things make you twitch!.
Secondly you would have to get over geting cow excrement ON you. Once again I know you dont like yucky things!. Can you imagine it? your fitting the cups to an udder when she lets rip with a couple litres of hot runny poo that goes down the front of your overalls.
Thirdly how do you think the older weenie would take it if she had to move away from the friends and fasions of town life? would the quiet simple slack jawed hick country style suit her? Oh how many clothes did she pack and not wear to her wilderness trip?
Very valid points Laz. I spent last weekend on the farm and survived, the only thing that made me twitch was my hayfever, oh and a dead cow.
As for milking duties chappy says I wouldn’t be expected to work on the farm, my days would be free, I could go to town to work if I prefer. However that being said I would have to be the typical farmers wife, which I think means doing all the domestic chores, looking after the kids, cooking etc, which is just life already.
As for my city girl, well she would be in town everyday for school, she would also have a lot more space and freedom. She would warm up to the idea eventually Im sure.
Little weenie however spent the weekend looking for fresh cow poo to jump in, and find it she sure did. She came back beaming ear to ear, holding her shoes, cow poo splattered all up her legs, and she was proud as punch.
All that being considered it is just ponderous thoughts at the moment, chances are come summer we will be beach bound and forget all about it!
LOL @ little weenie! she loves the poo! though i remember barefoot rugby season, it was good to find a warm, fresh cow pat for foot warming purposes!