Long long day

Well it has been one heck of a long day. the kind that your actual bones feel tired at the end of. The barn work has a way of wearing you down. It is repetitive, cleaning and mucking out stall after stall. It feels good to get it done, and somehow calming while doing the work. I doubt I could hold up to it everyday. Nor could my partner. It would probably be too much. We have always had at least one guy working for us. At full capacity we had 3 fulltime guys, and two part time people. The main reason is just the amount of physical labor there is. Everything from the barn work to the property maintenance. I am worried again as time slips closer to Fall. We move closer to losing our part time guy. We really can’t afford him anyway, but his returning home to Mexico in November will make for a very rough winter. He’s burnt out, and we end up having to do a lot of things he skips. I don’t have the heart to get rid of him. He’s been with us so many years now. I’m burnt out. I can only imagine how he feels. this job is a tough one.

so, there are a lot of reasons I am dreading the change in seasons. This just adds one more. I really do not think we can physically do all the work he does. I know for me I won’t be able to stand up straight for a couple days. When they say work is back-breaking, this fits that description. and I am fit, and in close to the best shape of my life. If I can’t do this work now, how am I going to do it down the road? No different for my partner. Only difference is she can’t live on Advil. I can get away with it some days, but I can’t really live on it either. There is much worrying me these days. Being unable to stand up straight for the first hour or so after I get up is the least of these worries.
It is just endless…..have to get to bed. A tired body doesn’t do a worrying mind any good.

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