We are in charge of the farm this week. It has been a good plunge into what life is really like when have a farm to care for all of the time. There are lots of things to think about and keep track of. We have also gotten a feel for how sometimes the farm determines what you schedule will be and when you will arrive at things. As you know, farmers are often late because things always go wrong when you have somewhere you need to be. (As one of my professors in college said, "The cows always get out when there is a wedding or a funeral or on Sunday).
Yesterday was Sunday and things took a little longer in the barn that morning than usual. So, my husband came in about 15 minutes before church starts. A quick shower and we were off, trying to make it on and we were pretty sure we could, but we knew we would be cutting it close.
But, we forgot about the marathon.
One street away from church and there are runners everywhere, police directing traffic, which was pretty much at a stand still. So, we sat there for a while and then finally turned around and took the back way in. We made it to church while they were singing the opening songs. So we were late, but not too late.
Such is the life of the farmer.