David's Blague

We bought a farm.

I meant for the announcement to be a bit more poetic, but there it is. We bought a farm, which was our methodically planned and executed first step. The second step in our plan is to be farmers. Step two has benefited from considerably less method and planning.

We bought the place on Thursday. A partial list of things that have broken: the air conditioner (luckily it's only 94 degrees), the heat pump (two systems- more to break!), the pick-up (yes, we got a pick-up), the other car (from pushing the pick-up on the highway).

As I was driving home with our new garden tractor in the back, the pick-up started sputtering. Long story short, Lina fired up the Honda and pushed me the rest the way to the new house, garden tractor and all. We coasted into the garage, parked the pick-up with the garden tractor still in it, and went inside to see if we could breathe some life into the HVAC systems. No luck. We did get the toilet working, which was a win. Did I mention the toilet was also broken?

When we got home, our two-year-old boy was "playing with" a clay doll made by his Grammy. Seemed like a perfect metaphor for the day, so I took this picture. I guess we're farmers now. I'll need to say it a few more times before it sounds right coming out.