Guess what I'm listening to this morning.
My dear dear Meadowlark, asked me once if I ever felt like a hypocrite. At the time I said no (and no, I never took offense to the question). But now, well, over the past year it feels as though everything I touch turns to bull dung.
How bad can one gal feel? The other night I watched the local weather, and it said that the overnight low was to be 51F. But when I woke in the morning, it was 35F. All but two of those wonderful horses that Hooter brought us, were dead. I haven't told him yet. I feel more then just a little awful that I didn't have a heat lamp out. But it wasn't suppose to get so cold.
Our hay man's wife died earlier this week. She wasn't yet 50, and died from liver failure. She was an alcoholic. She has a son the same age as Large, and a 16 year old.
Hooter works for the same company that husband was laid off from, he has been on furlough for the last 2 months. The company said it would only be 1 month, and now Hooter says that they might now go back to work until Feb. This isn't good. Hooter will not be able to afford his home much longer. But all this brings me to a mechanic that works at the same company. Husband and him have been friends for almost 10 years. Husband got this friend his job at the company. But the phone call came last night, he is down to 4 day work days, and the credit for the company has dried up. They can't even keep oil in stock. But there is a backer for this mechanic and my husband. They will be opening their own shop, while both still have their current jobs, that will be open only on Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays, the days they don't work. There should be plenty of business, as older, fully paid for bikes are on the rise, and good mechanics are getting harder to find. I will stay far away from this so that it doesn't fall apart.