One thing about this farm life of ours, you absolutely can’t be bored, there’s always something to do. My daughter once had t-shirts made up for me; one read, It’s Always Something … and the other proclaimed, It’s Never Nothing. I’m not sure what it is about this place but entropy seems to have a particularly strong influence here. There’s always something that needs to be done, even when you’re convinced you’re caught up. Joanna and I often remark to each other, at the end of a long day, I’m not sure what it is I’ve done today … but it took all day to do it. Yesterday I noticed that the sill below the milk house window was beginning to rot. Memory tells me that I painted it just a year or so ago; but we all know how that plays out, it may very well have been a decade ago. Such things take their place on my endlessly elongated mental list of things-to-do. I chip away daily – doing what I can when I can. Often times certain items jump, dramatically, to the fore – like the other day when the clean-out door divorced itself from the main chimney … at which time the draft of said chimney became nonexistent and smoke began to billow into the living room. Whatever else was happening at the moment became unimportant and the focus of activity switched in an instant. That often happens, one wakes up in the morning with a plan to do this or that – and then something happens – and all your good intentions dissolve and recrystallize into what must be done. Such a life teaches you lots about being flexible and about being willing to do what needs to be done and not, necessarily, what you’d like to do. You must share your life with what you have undertaken.