Fek wind
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Bitchy rants
It hasn't rained since August. It fucking sucks. Our whole crop thing is completely fucked - we had to sell 6 cows a while back because we can't afford to feed them, and there's no telling how long we can keep the 9 smaller ones we have left. The sheep have been pulled off the other place, so that little pasture rent check is going to be half what it should have been. Basically, once again the weather is fucking us.

Only that's just the tip of the iceberg. See, a couple weeks ago we had this insano wind day - the wind was so bad that we couldn't see a quarter mile down the road. I'm honestly amazed that it didn't blow the big metal sculpture thing off the bomb shelter. Everyone, even people in town, had to deal with dust blowing in through the windows.

Now we don't know who (we have our suspicions...), but someone turned us in to the soil conservation guys about the soil blowing on our land (the other place where the sheep were, not the home place). This means we got sent an ominous letter requiring we do something about this or we would lose certain govt checks that we rather depend on to continue doing this farming thing.

This is complete bullshit. If the person we think ratted us out is indeed the rat, then a pox on said person. Bigtime poxage, because being a good neighbor would have involved a brief telephone call to us personally and not some bureaucrat, and we would have taken care of the matter quickly. Indeed - the situation is as fixed as it can possibly be, and if we had gotten the call instead of the soil conservation guys we would be in exactly the same position we are now, except official bullshit need not have been endured. The hubby is now forced to coordinate between 2 or 3 different people to make sure all the paperwork and shit is dealt with properly.

And, just to make sure this is a total slap in the face - WE WEREN'T FUCKING BLOWING! I drove out there the day after we got the official letter to suss out the situation, and while it is dry out there it is not smooth like we had been blowing dirt all over the place. I mean yeah, of course there was dirt in the air that day - everyone was blowing. But our land looked pretty fucking good considering how much dust was in the air that day. The one who was blowing was our neighbor to the South - who is always blowing when the wind is up because he doesn't take quite as good care of his land as we do. And him blowing ends up blowing dirt on us, which fucks our situation up and gets us to blowing. Now we're gonna have to pay to get a big strip of his place plowed up to keep him from fucking our place up.

I so want to choke the shit out of someone. This whole situation is fucked. And whoever it was who ratted us out - you'll get yours. I hope it stings for days too.