I have started to think really hard about Christmas ( a much more productive use of my time than worrying about Hillary's hair) We are having lots of extended family to The Farm and I am working hard on Being Prepared. I like to Be Prepared. It makes me much less stressed. Plus I know from bitter experience that by the time December comes I will be sucked into the vortex of school concerts, kids parties, work parties, end of school and the ongoing (and by that time seemingly never-ending) harvest.
Each year I have aimed to have my Christmas shopping done by the end of November. And wrapped up. I do OK in the shopping department (it's one of my skills). I always fail miserably in the wrapping department though. No matter how hard I try, I always wind up desperately wrapping presents on Christmas Eve, sometimes resorting to cutting the sticky bits off bandaids because I have invariably lost the sticky tape by that stage.
This year Farmgirl has asked for a pet pony and Farmboy wants a pet Harley Davidson. I am giving you the heads up right now that neither of these are going to arrive Christmas morning. Like half the children in Australia they are getting Powerwings. For the uninitiated amongst you (or those with no children) these are a scooter type arrangement with a V at the back. According to our local toyshop lady they are going to sell out. So if you want one, now is the moment!
I love Christmas at the moment. Mainly because the Farmchildren are at the stage where they believe in Santa without question. The magic is still very much there. I think that is why so many members of our family want to come for Christmas.
Other than my ridiculous concern about Hillary's hair and ongoing Christmas plans, things on the farm are going fairly well. There have been no further snake sightings and the headers are still out there, going around and looking like this.
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| Big Header, Harvesting |
As I have discussed in previous posts, this is a good thing.
4 comments:
It's a good thing you're not getting the pet pony and pet Harley, they're a bitch to wrap.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment on my Mother Load post. It's amazing what a different perspective can do for a person.
Thanks Glowless. I reckoned I could have wrapped the Harley but the pony would have been beyond me.
Thanks again for visiting.
Ah, no wingy bits out on the header, a Good Thing. See, now even I'm learning about the country!
I also learnt what that thing that ran into me the other day is called. (Thankfully, not a header, but a Powerwing. Or Powerwings. How does one refer to them in the singular?). Little City Boy and I had a near altercation with two larger City Boys over the issue of footpath priority. We have always assumed that a pram trumps everything except a wheelchair, but these two boys thought their Powerwings were the winners. We had to move on to the grass. Their mother (quite far behind, minus Powerwings) did manage a bit of an apologetic smile to me.
Not A Ballerina - Powerwings seriously rock! A pram should trump them though...
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