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Friday, February 06 2015

I head out to feed on yet another cold and drizzly night when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'd like to say I don't recognize that person, but I do. I'm certain I arrested that old woman for public intoxication and fighting about 15 years ago. I stare at her in the mirror. Eegaads! When did that old woman sneak up on me? When did I become her?

Have you ever noticed that barn attire in the winter bears a striking resemblance to the way homeless people dress? Layers. Lots of layers. And the top layer is a dirty camouflage jacket. You don't bother to wear clean clothes because frankly, you're just gonna get dirty again. In muddy weather cleanliness lasts all of thirty seconds once I exit the door. A dog will greet me with muddy paws, or a goat will stamp muddy hoofprints on my clothing. A horse will then give me a kiss, wiping mud on my cheek. I resign myself to wear mud all winter.

Homeless people have an excuse. I don't. I have a hairbrush. I just didn't use it today. I stare at my hair sticking out in all directions from a loose ponytail. Talk about fifty shades of gray! And I believe that's a piece of hay left over from this morning's feeding.  Shaken out of my daze by the tiny paws bouncing on my leg, I look down at her toothy grin, but the rip in the leg of my gym pants glares back at me. The puppy really doesn't care what I look like. She doesn't care that I smell like muddy cow shit already. No, the dogs don't care, and Other Half is out of town, but I look in the mirror and decide that I care.

At least at this moment I care. When I am rested. When I'm not hungry. When I'm not overwhelmed with too much to do and not enough time to do it. I care today. I look at the dirty old woman in the mirror and resolve to make a better effort to walk outside not looking like a homeless person. The neighbors might appreciate that. Tomorrow?  Well. . . we'll see how much time I have.

Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 09:43 am   |  Permalink   |  4 Comments  |  Email
HaHaHa!!! I think I've seen that same lady in my mirror, sans camo jacket. My lady was wearing a 25 year old faded fluorescent yellow dive jacket with a big gash in the sleeve. Next time you see her wave and say "Hello!" for me. I try not to look in that mirror, I hate being frightened that way.
Posted by Patty on 02/06/2015 - 06:15 PM
I posted on my fb a funny little blurb and a photo that you will get a chuckle from... Kimberly Watson tagged you... Loved your story.. it is me all the way... I have also been colour free for 16 months so heck ya.. Not quite 50 shades of grey. More like an Australian shepherd. :)
Posted by Jamie Bodnar on 02/06/2015 - 07:28 PM
Ha! Isometimes get worried the neighbor will stop by and wonder what he must think then I remember he's a multigenerational rancher. He expects farm wives to look like me in dirty torn warm clothing. He's probably stopping here for help b/c I'm willing to crawl into a muddy pen to help with cows or sheep and if I were dressed in clean clothes he wouldn't bother. I wore my city coat out to toss a bale to the sherp last week when I was running late, they were scared of me. I didn't look or smell normal so they wouldn't come near me.
Posted by Lindsay on 02/08/2015 - 11:37 AM
You guys are awesome! You remind me that I'm not alone in my world of mud and hay!
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 02/18/2015 - 09:52 AM

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