I entered the banquet room where I was to have dinner and speak to a crowd of agricultural supporters. I immediately went to the registration table and found an old college friend who pointed at me and said, “You’re too dressed up to be a dairy farmer’s wife; you must not have had to spend any time in the barn today.”

A smile spread across my face as I said, “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”

The sounds on a farm are pretty regular. You can set your watch by when the milk truck roars up the road, when the skid steer starts up, and when I hear the tractor come out of the barn and head south, I know it’s time to head across the road to finish up after-breakfast chores.

It’s when you hear familiar sounds at the wrong time that you know something’s up. That’s what happened Monday morning when I heard the door open and my husband stepped in. He had told me he would do all the chores and I could just spend my day preparing for my engagement. It was music to my ears, since I had stacked my plate full that day.

When I heard the door open, I turned around and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He said, “I need your help for just a few minutes.” (Note to self: Hide when you hear the door open at the wrong time!)

As he explained the problem with the gutter cleaner, I put my barn clothes on and together we headed out for a quick fix of the gutter cleaner. Yes, there’s an oxymoron in there somewhere.

For the next 3.5 hours, I stood by his side assisting him in whatever he needed. By the time we headed back to the house, we had half-empty gutters, a broken part and hands that smelled like … well, you know what they smelled like.

When I got cleaned up, I realized I wouldn’t have time to donate blood at my kids’ school, the big dinner I had planned needed a shortcut and I still hadn’t pressed my outfit for the evening – and of course I had some tweaking to do on my presentation. It was time to regroup.

A couple of hours later and running out of time, leftovers were the main dish for dinner, my outfit had switched to the no-need-to-press suede skirt and jacket and I still hadn’t tweaked a thing. At this point, coffee was my friend. I needed some caffeine to give my brain a jumpstart for the evening and to invigorate myself.

Little did I know a cold shower was going to be my source of invigoration. Letting the water run long enough to get hot, cold water was still all that came out. Great! A broken hot water heater; just what I needed!

I ran downstairs to check the breaker and saw that it was tripped. I started the hot water heater again and gave it 15 minutes to heat up. Let’s just say our hot water heater needs a little more time than 15 minutes. It was cold – very, very cold.

Invigorated and shivering, I headed to Ohio, tweaking all the way. After a day filled with interruptions and inconveniences, it was a miracle I arrived on time to greet my old college friend, who pointed to me and said, “You’re too dressed up to be a dairy farmer’s wife …”

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