Weird days
Ever had one of those days so bad that you can smell it? It's like it's on the wind and you can catch it's weird scent like an animal could. Well, yesterday was one of those days.
I was awakened at 5 a.m. by the local fire department’s air raid siren. I don’t know what they call it or how it came to be but it calls the volunteers to the station if there’s a fire. I always call it an air raid sired because I spent some formative years in Blacksburg Virginia home of Virginia Tech (Go Hokies!) and their siren used to be just that. During WWII they feared the germans flying in to destroy the Bomb factory in Radford. Some of the older houses still had black-out paint on the upper windows.
ANYway … so I’m jolted awake by the siren, expecting to hear the dull crump of distant bombs before I remember that I’m not in a past life and it’s not 1944. I drag out of bed, start my morning routine ... and my freakin’ newspaper is not in the box! I only get the one per week, how hard is it to get that one to me? So, I’m standing, shivering, by my paperbox, and I realise that I can still hear the emergency vehicles in the distance even though the siren went off an hour before. We don't have any outside lights and it's a bit creepy out there in the pre-dawn dark. It's kind of an oily off-black and weird. Then, from the barnyard, I hear a lamb crying.
Oh, great, I think, this is going to be a weird day
I had no idea. I had to put off going up to the barn because I had to get my children up and fed. Once I had everyone fairly happy and secure I dashed up to check.
Yep, there was a lamb – a new lamb – and her mother down and in shock with a prolapsed uterus.
And the rest of my day was like a bad dream. I got covered in blood and dirt, got exhausted and discouraged, and we ended up digging a hole for the ewe and bottle-feeding the lamb.
I think I almost might have preferred a bomb.
I was awakened at 5 a.m. by the local fire department’s air raid siren. I don’t know what they call it or how it came to be but it calls the volunteers to the station if there’s a fire. I always call it an air raid sired because I spent some formative years in Blacksburg Virginia home of Virginia Tech (Go Hokies!) and their siren used to be just that. During WWII they feared the germans flying in to destroy the Bomb factory in Radford. Some of the older houses still had black-out paint on the upper windows.
ANYway … so I’m jolted awake by the siren, expecting to hear the dull crump of distant bombs before I remember that I’m not in a past life and it’s not 1944. I drag out of bed, start my morning routine ... and my freakin’ newspaper is not in the box! I only get the one per week, how hard is it to get that one to me? So, I’m standing, shivering, by my paperbox, and I realise that I can still hear the emergency vehicles in the distance even though the siren went off an hour before. We don't have any outside lights and it's a bit creepy out there in the pre-dawn dark. It's kind of an oily off-black and weird. Then, from the barnyard, I hear a lamb crying.
Oh, great, I think, this is going to be a weird day
I had no idea. I had to put off going up to the barn because I had to get my children up and fed. Once I had everyone fairly happy and secure I dashed up to check.
Yep, there was a lamb – a new lamb – and her mother down and in shock with a prolapsed uterus.
And the rest of my day was like a bad dream. I got covered in blood and dirt, got exhausted and discouraged, and we ended up digging a hole for the ewe and bottle-feeding the lamb.
I think I almost might have preferred a bomb.
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