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<\/a><\/p>\nBut then one of my friends started talking about her bucket list.\u00a0 Bucket list?\u00a0 Was I supposed to have one of those?\u00a0 At 40????\u00a0 And no matter how many walks I took on the beach or the hours spent soaking in the hot tub or even the Wild Turkey American Honey, I couldn’t think of anything that I wanted to do before I died.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n It would be nice to travel more in the U.S. but if I never did, I’d be OK with that.\u00a0 I always wanted to write a book, but if I never write more than this blog, that’s OK, too.\u00a0 I’d like to retire at the beach, but if I am still just taking birthday beach trips with a pack of friends, a cooler of booze, and 2 bags of pretzel M&Ms when I’m older, I’m still OK.<\/p>\n Bucket list.<\/p>\n Eh.<\/p>\n When I got home, I met up with some other friends.\u00a0 Who started talking about their regrets as they got older.\u00a0 Regrets????\u00a0 Was I supposed to regret things?\u00a0 I never finished law school.\u00a0 But I used the money my parents had set aside for it to buy my first house, and I loved that little house.\u00a0 Where my friend and I raised our dogs together.<\/p>\n Until The Other Half and I got married and started raising babies together.\u00a0 So it was Big’s first house, too.\u00a0 Back when he was the Little.<\/p>\n I gave up a promising career as Director of Human Resources when I was pregnant with Pretty.\u00a0 And I never went back.\u00a0 I spent the next 10 years having babies, warming bottles, changing diapers, making baby food, and cleaning house, cleaning house, cleaning house.\u00a0 But never once when I was rocking a baby back to sleep at 1am or sitting on a park bench listening to “Mommy, watch me!\u00a0 Mommy, watch me!” for the 1,000th time or singing along to The Wiggles did I wish I was back at that job.<\/p>\n I did miss the work lunches at Satisfaction’s.\u00a0 Mmmmmm.\u00a0 Focaccia bread with mozerella.\u00a0 But then I discovered playgroups where kids gathered to play and interact and moms sat together to chat and laugh and drink coffee with flavored creamer.\u00a0 Mmmmmm.\u00a0 Flavored creamer.<\/p>\n By the time the kids were toddlers I had started the farm, so they grew up like this:<\/p>\n And just when chefs were calling the house for ducks and we were selling out at the farmer’s market, we decided it was time to cut back.\u00a0 The kids were old enough to travel and wanted to start going places.\u00a0 Which we couldn’t do when were raising 350 ducks a year and and heading to the processing plant every 6 weeks and spending Saturday mornings at the farmers market.\u00a0 Building the duck farm was a lot of work and effort\u00a0 and I thought it would be hard to walk away.\u00a0 But as soon as we sold the business end of the farm we started doing this:<\/p>\n What’s to regret about that?<\/p>\n Oh, the kids are occasionally disappointed that I went back to work off the farm.\u00a0 But they think I have a cool job.<\/p>\n And they’ve still never spent a day in day care.\u00a0 When I’m not home it just means The Other Half is in charge of\u00a0 homework and dinner and barn chores and play dates and sleepovers.\u00a0 And emptying the dishwasher and packing the lunchboxes and getting to sports practice.\u00a0 And picking up groceries and cleaning up the trash when the dogs get into it and going to orthodontist appointments.<\/p>\n Regrets that The Other Half has to do half the work at home?\u00a0 Please.\u00a0 Muwhahahahahahaha!!!!<\/p>\n But then the day of my actual birthday dawned.\u00a0 And it was a bruiser.\u00a0 As soon as I got off night shift I headed into the the barn to check on Brianna.\u00a0 Pretty had called me during the night to tell me she was kidding, was having trouble, and one of the kids was extremely weak.\u00a0 This was Brianna’s last birth.\u00a0 She’ll be 10 this year and we decided that after these kids she would go into retirement.\u00a0 We planned on keeping whatever does that were born to her in the hopes of getting another goat with her incredible milk production.\u00a0 You don’t see too many udders like this on a Nigerian dwarf goat.<\/p>\n The sun hadn’t dawned yet on my birthday as I entered the kidding barn.<\/p>\n All 3 of the kids were bucks.<\/p>\n The weakest one was dead.<\/p>\n And Brianna was laying in the barn next to the dead kid, sad and exhausted.<\/p>\n Jeez.<\/p>\n I took away the dead kid, stroked Brianna, gave her some Nutri-drench, and tried to tempt her with some cookies.\u00a0 She eventually got up to eat her breakfast.\u00a0 But it was a bad start to a retirement.\u00a0 And to a birthday.<\/p>\n After a few hours of sleep I got up and started the dreary task of setting the house to rights.\u00a0 Pretty and The Other Half had been in the barn all evening and only came in after midnight.\u00a0 So the sink was overflowing with dishes, there was laundry piled all over the house, and the floors were covered with grit and dog fur.\u00a0 To add to the welcoming and homey air, the incubators in the dining room were emitting an indescribable stench.<\/p>\n Only a few of the 107 eggs had hatched.<\/p>\n Chicks were still struggling out of the shells, but most of the eggs were rotten.\u00a0 Some had died during development when we had a temperature spike of 102 degrees in one of the incubators.\u00a0 But a surprising number of eggs were simply infertile.\u00a0 I kept everything running in the hopes of a few more hatches, and I transferred wet chicks to the brooder box throughout the day.\u00a0 But every time I opened the lid of the incubator to pull out a scraggly peeping chick, the house was flooded with stink.\u00a0 Which made the smell of the dirty laundry pale in comparison and made all my cleaning efforts a bit on the pointless side.\u00a0 Except for the grit and the dog fur thing.\u00a0 No one should have to live with this much grit and dog fur on the floor.\u00a0 Especially not on their birthday.<\/p>\n When I couldn’t handle the house any more, I headed down to the garden where there was more cleaning to do.\u00a0 I was going to plant my spring crops later in the week so it was time to check the areas the pigs had turned for us.<\/p>\n Too bad that the areas the pigs had cleared were a compacted mess.\u00a0 Oh, the grass and weeds were gone and they had dug up even the most stubborn of roots and all the annoying blackberry starts that pop up into the beds.\u00a0 But they had also trampled the dirt into a solid sheet.<\/p>\n The Other Half turned over big wet clumps of dirt with the shovel.\u00a0 I went over it with the hoe and then forked a layer of compost from the barnyard on top.\u00a0 But I despaired over the loss of the soft heaps of soil in my raised beds.\u00a0 As I hoed I tried to decide if breaking up clods of rock hard dirt was worse than breaking up clumps of weeds and grass that grew into the beds.\u00a0 I couldn’t decide.\u00a0 The Other Half told me that the soil was just too wet to work.\u00a0 But I was beginning to think that pigs in the garden were a big mistake.\u00a0 It was beyond disappointing.\u00a0 It was disappointing plus hard work.<\/p>\n Even the arrival of my Jumbo Cornish Cross chicks, at the same time as I had other chicks in the brooder box, just as I had planned, seemed more like a consolation prize than a birthday gift.<\/p>\n As I put them in with the Silkies and Welsummers that had hatched I figured I would be lucky if the bigger Cornishes didn’t just eat the other chicks.\u00a0 That was the way my day was going.<\/p>\n We couldn’t go out to dinner for my birthday because Big had a lacrosse game and I wasn’t surprised that before I left the field to go to work, Big’s team was already losing 12-0.\u00a0 It was that kind of day.\u00a0 I drove into work, already tired, and I figured people were right.<\/p>\n 40th birthdays suck.<\/p>\n I decided that I definitely regretted turning 40 and that I should put\u00a0 “never turning 40 again” on my bucket list.<\/p>\n But there is an advantage to being a March baby.\u00a0 Being born into the season of renewal and rejuvenation.\u00a0 Because the day after my birthday was the first day of spring.\u00a0 And it dawned clear and bright with warm sunshine and cool spring breezes.<\/p>\n When I did the morning milking I discovered that Brianna was back to her resilient, grain-gobbling self.<\/p>\n Both of her remaining bucklings were healthy and feisty.\u00a0 And one of them had some of the most beautiful markings we’ve seen, including color splashes and freckles all over his darling face.<\/p>\n The chicks that had hatched actually did a decent job of filling up the brooder box.\u00a0 And if their numbers were few, they were still cute, fluffy….<\/p>\n ….and hardy enough to be moved into the brooder room in the barn.\u00a0 Where their peeping didn’t keep us awake at night and didn’t attract so much attention from the dogs in the house.<\/p>\n With just a bit of bleach, water, sunshine, and fresh air, the incubators were cleaned up and ready to be stored for the next time.<\/p>\n Plus, when I opened the windows in the dining room to get out the stench, the sweet fragrance from the hyacinths blooming on the deck immediately flowed in.\u00a0 Ahhhh!\u00a0 Air fresheners without the chemicals and the outlet plug.<\/p>\n I headed down to the garden and discovered the The Other Half had been right.\u00a0 The problem in the garden was just that the soil was wet.\u00a0 After a warm breezy day, the clumps of mud topped with compost had been transformed into soft, crumbly soil.\u00a0 I put in the lettuce, peas, and onions without any trouble at all.\u00a0 The sun warmed my face and the breeze ruffled my hair.\u00a0 As I worked, the pigs followed me around in their pen, grunting softly to me, and then settling down to sunbathe next to me when they determined I didn’t have any scraps to share.<\/p>\n When the kids got home from school, my parents treated us all to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants.\u00a0 Where the waitress let us use both of our $10 off coupons even though the coupons clearly stated only one coupon per visit.\u00a0 Over dinner I opened my birthday presents which included fabulous new flip-flops, ear buds, colorful yarn, a homemade card, and a Snickers bar.<\/p>\n In addition, when we stopped for gas on the way home, it turned out I had earned a pack of free Reese’s peanut butter cups with my Sheetz card.<\/p>\n So I decided I would claim that wonderful, perfect, first day of spring as my birthday this year.\u00a0 Because it lived up to all my birthday expectations.\u00a0 And because you can do that when you’re 40.<\/p>\n I guess I am unambitious.\u00a0 Or lack creativity.\u00a0 Maybe I am leading a woefully unexamined life.\u00a0 I am probably simple-minded.<\/p>\n But if I choose to celebrate my 40th birthday on the day after my 40th birthday.\u00a0 Or take my pleasure from just sitting in the soil on a beautiful spring day.\u00a0 Or having dinner in a chain restaurant with my family, using coupons to pay.\u00a0 Or a new pair of flip-flops (with memory foam sole!).\u00a0 Or the adorable freckles on the face of a newborn baby goat.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n