At least one psychologist considers January 22 to be the most depressing day of the year. One scientist even figured out a mathematical formual to choose the most miserable day, based on the end of the holiday season, bills piling up, cruddy weather and so forth.
We had no idea two days ago that we were experiencing the worst day in recent memory because of that formula. Actually we though we were just having a lousy day. First both the skid steer and the bucket tractor experienced major breakdowns simultaneously. The fellows couldn't get the manure out because of the ice.There was no pretty way to feed the cows because the bucket machines were both down. Instead the guys drove the feed cart over to the pile to get the corn. It is not made to work outside in rutted snow so one had to run alongside keeping it from tipping over while the other drove. Meanwhile they needed to get a new hitch on the truck as the old one broke and they had to hook the trailer up to take the pigs to the meat plant. While crawling around in the snow under the truck, Alan got a big chunk of rust in his eye and came screaming into the house in horrible pain. We got it out all right, but he really suffered.
It was ugly.
While all this was going on cow # 146 decided to tear her stanchion out, rip down all the water lines on the south side of the barn and run around the barn beating up on other cows.
Then the heifers got out. ...because the guys left the gate open when they ran inside to catch 146 and turn off all the water.
They raced to Hand's to get some plastic pipe and nuts and bolts and such to cobble everything in the barn back together so we could milk and the cows could drink.
It was just a horrible day. I hated to see the men coming toward the house. Every time they came through the door they had more bad news. By the end of the day we were just grateful to be done and sit down and forget about cows and tractors and snow for a few hours.
Who knew that all that misery was just Blue Monday ?
"The truth is a lot of people feel down at this time and a lot of people have depression as well, particularly men, and they don't want to talk about it," Dr. Arnall said.
I feel better now.
Aww! Sorry to hear about your troubles!
ReplyDeleteGolly, I had a smashing good day. Was testing day for the kids, and they got out early. Roast chicken for dinner, with good wine I got cheaply.
Hope tomorrow is better for your gang. I sure appreciate the farmer and the farmers' toils. Even though you have troubles, it is a good life.
Sorry about your terrible, awful very bad day, but it might have been worse if you had known about the formula for a most depressing day. Sometimes things like that become a self fulfilling prophesy.
ReplyDeleteOy oy oy, TGIW! (Thank God It's Wednesday.)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jan about these things being a self fulfilling prophesy....actually I had heard that on NPR, probably a good thing I didn't remember it. My Monday wasn't too bad.
On the up-side, the same man worked out a formula for the happiest day of the year. Uhhh...June sometime. 7th?
Hi Mrs. M Thanks, it is a good life most of the time, but some times it is just nuts.
ReplyDeleteHello Jan, thanks, you could be right about that. we would have been looking at it to be bad....
Hi Carina, TGIW indeed! June is a nice month at that.
Great big hug to you and yours. It sounds like you need it.
ReplyDeleteSpring is coming, if that's any consolation. :)
And I thought I had a bad day!
ReplyDeleteHi Laurie, and thanks. We are dealing on a second hand skid steer right now and I hope it works out. Alan goes back to school on Monday and I am not man enough to hold the feed cart from tipping over out in the snow....plus they are hand carrying feed to 13 head out on the hill. Nearly impossible.
ReplyDeleteHi Dave....at least we know it was Blue Monday that was to blame and not just bad luck. lol
We get those kind of days around here too.
ReplyDeleteI knew an old man who was a small town doctor here in western PA.
His practice was mostly rural and he lived through the diphtheria epidemics of the ‘30's & ‘40's.
He had an expression I have never forgotten, and I try to always recall it when things start to turn to manure.
“Just remember things are never so bad that they can’t get worse.
Hi granny m and thanks for visiting.
ReplyDeleteYour small town doctor is right and I am sorry if I whined too much. I just thought it was funny in the ironic sense that all that stuff happened on the worst day of the year. Thing are a bit smoother now and I am sure hoping they stay that way.
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You do know about Camelot, don't you Sebastian....where they eat ham and jam and SPAM a lot?
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