I got up this morning, and since nothing seemed to be needing my attention, I decided I could make it to church today. I showered, got all dressed up, (meaning makeup, jewelry, even dress pants) and was just about ready to leave when my Farmer walks in the door and heads to get some calf supplies. So I ask, did we have a new calf? He states no but a cow is calving. I ask if I need to hang around in case he needs to bring her to the corral. He grumbles something like no, he can handle it, so I continue with my "I'm going to church" plan. As I was headed out the door, I quickly grabbed my work boots, hat, gloves, and coveralls, just in case, and threw them in my pickup. Off to church I continue. As I was about to the church parking lot I decided to check in with my Farmer just to make sure all was good. He answered his phone and says the cow still hasn't calved. He is thinking something isn't right. She needs brought to the corral. Ok.......I roll on past the parking lot. On my way. Church services for me have just been moved. I hurry to the corral, change from my nice shoes to my boots, put my coveralls on over my nice dress pants and shirt, pull my stocking cap on to my styled and still slightly wet hair, and am ready to help my Farmer with the cow. Yep, that's how it seems to work around here. What was I thinking making plans when its calving season. Silly me. Oh well, at least I did make it to church. I just didn't stay. We had our own private service......in the corral. And that's Livin' the Life......the Farm Life that is.
