Yes, Wife of a Farmer!!!! Our summer is going as predicted. Shaina: tanning, having play dates for 8 and younger, crafts, tanning…Cody: tractor, working on house, tractor, working on house, tractor…. Well, lets just say that I am learning more about the farm in the two weeks we have been here then I have learned in my 18 years of growing up here.
I came in from lunch today and non-dramatically (sarcasm), told my mom and sisters that I could write a novel about taking Cody lunch….It would be only one book in the “Wife of a Farmer,” series though. It would go something like this.
Small town equals smiles and waves. Small town doesn’t equal reliable cell phone service. While driving and talking on the phone to Cody, against the law in Washington,oops, our conversation went a bit like a eighteen month year old baby. (again, side note, I had to take note that I am using the mother language of counting in months, I am so close to there, when I start saying numbers like twenty six months you will know that I am there.) Anyways, for those of you who are unsure of what an eighteen month conversation consist of, well it is full of one word back and forth and every other word is a repeat of the other persons word. So, Cody would say tractor, I would say tractor, he would say yes, I would say where, he would say field, I would say Field? And it would keep going on and on, getting nowhere. Until eventually after calling back from a dropped call three times, I decided to just try and find Cody. Royal is a small town right. Well, I saw only a portion of it today and I have no desire to try and find out. (see how this could be a novel, I will tell it in fast forward now) I went looking for Cody. After several gravel roads in a small car I was starting to see the fun in my adventure, because otherwise it would turn into tears. I finally saw a pick up and waved it down. Luckily, it was my brother so I asked him where Cody was at. I got the directions, however, when I got there, after realizing I was stuck, that my little car was not going to get me very close to Cody. Therefore, with the three bags of food, a container, a jug of water, flip flops that are so flat there are holes, and our talks (yes I wrote Cody’s church talk and so I needed to inform him what was on it) I walked to Cody more then a half of mile away. Excited to get on the tractor and just relax and eat I soon discovered that this field was way to bumpy and steep so I had to baby feed Cody while he was driving. Let’s just say that the advice I got was to pack a lunch before he goes for now on.
Yes, long story but if you could imagine a novel and that is the details that you can enjoy about this adventure when I put it on the stands. You say, I haven’t mentioned the house, yes, it is so unmentionable right now because of the emotion it brings. J But lets just say it is still our pink palace. (meaning no paint model yet)
