Am I cut out for this crap?

Last night around 10:30 or so, I was dragging hay out to the cows when one of my pinky fingers slipped out of my glove and froze instantly, snapping off and falling to the ground in the dark. I knelt to search for my finger, and my knees froze to the ground. I had to leave them there.

These are the elements we work in.

If I didn’t have animals, I would have been in my bed, cursing the record-setting cold air. Instead, I’m out here counting fingers and kneecaps to make sure I arrive in bed intact.

But if I had not been forced from my 68-degree home, I’d be cursing the idea of cold air, not the actual air itself, and in this difference I have found the key to life.

Work is hard, but the idea of it is harder. Cold is brutal, but the idea of it is more brutal.

While draining water hoses I looked up to see, as always, one of the clearest, most beautiful nights I can remember out here.  The stars were purdy enough to stop me in my tracks (DANGER! BOOT-TO-GROUND FREEZE WARNING!) and I had the good sense to realize: This has been the easiest winter so far. I might actually miss this cold when it is gone. The skies are never as bright in the summer.

Can you imagine having such a crazy thought as that when it is 5 degrees outside?

Once you get past the idea that something might be unpleasant, you may find that it’s not really that bad.  Especially if you’ve got Carhartts and a proper set gloves. Suddenly circumstances don’t seem so dire.

Thomas Edison knew what was up:

Unless it is windy. If it is windy, I’m out. The cows can go ahead and starve. The stars can shine on somebody else.

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  • Celeste

    Lyndsay Teter!!! You are a woman who knows what’s up, again and again. Well said!


      It’s my burden to carry, Celeste. ;)