Monday, January 14, 2013
Tools 'n' Levers
I used to be tough. And not just for a girl either. (Or at least I thought so.) I Indian wrestled brothers and sons, played tackle football with the guys and held my own, squeezed hands with the best of 'em and generally was rugged as all get out. I could throw off a load of hay almost as fast as the boss and if I pushed on a cow to get her over in the stall, she moved.
I opened cans and bottles for grandmas and thought of myself as all that and a bucket of rice, as Liz would say.
Then along came arthritis and all the other associated fun of old age...or at least oldish...and I couldn't do nunna them things any more. NONE!
I can still carry a bale down the manger to feed, but A bale is about it.
I HATE to be a puppy and have to ask people to do stuff for me, although I do nowadays, and way too often for my taste.
Enter the wonders of tools and tricks. The pliers are never far from my hand. Granny grippers for bottles and cans. Sharp knife, hammers, and such, right where I need them.
Shaking up bedding is problematic with hands that won't grip a fork handle for more than a few seconds....but if you balance the thing just right you can get the cows bedded just the same. Same goes for climbing up to unplug milkers in the high part of the barn. Ain't easy, ain't fast but.... And if I can't get the hook off the big back door to let some air into the barn without a fork handle to pound on it....well, at least it gets opened.
I miss being tough, but will still find a way to get things done...for at least a while longer.