Pig farmers?

This is how I look just after a pig has been delivered and I'm thinking, "How in the world do we care for this thing?

This week had its frustrating moments. Rural Water was supposed to have dug in our new water line last week. They showed up this Wed afternoon with the backhoe and said, "Too late to start today, we'll be back tomorrow." Then they never came back. I called Friday morning since I had the plumber scheduled for this coming Tuesday, and she said, "Well they'll be out today, because they certainly won't leave the backhoe out there all weekend." Backhoe is still here...unused. The garbage folks were supposed to bring our new dumpster, and they never showed. But the worst thing for the kids is that the gentlemen was unable to bring the milk cow and pony. But he's going to make up for it by bringing some bantam chicks and ducks. :-) They should all arrive tomorrow.

On Friday night we helped our friend, Orrin Hughes pour the slab for his garage, which he and his wife are going to live in while they build their house. That was fun! We left at 1am, I think he finished with the power trowel at 2am.

So today I was just about to hop on the computer and post to the blog, when Bill Forbes' grandson Ethan shows up on his four wheeler. He asks, "Do you want a pig?" Now what does one say to that question? I said, "Uhhhhhh, sure!" We are starting a family farm, after all! It seems this particular pig was bought as a gag wedding gift, presumably for "Tad" and "Missy" (see photos above). After the gag ran its course, the pig was given to Ethan, who took it home. When his dad said, "You're not keeping that thing here!" he brought it to us. So after the frantic move of a dog run and the re-dubbing of the compost bucket to the slop bucket, we are the proud owners of a new pig, which should bring ham and bacon this fall.

One quick story...

When we arrived, there was an extension cord plugged into the entry/mud room. When I followed it into the basement, I found it was powering one of the 2 well pumps. Seems both were wired on the same circuit, and when they came on together they tripped the breaker. So I bought a circuit breaker to run a new circuit and get the extension cord out of the entry. Somewhere between moving, painting, etc. the circuit breaker got lost. I looked all over, asked everyone (so I thought) and couldn't find it. So I bought another one. While working on the electrical panel, I realized I had left the breaker on the kitchen table. So I pointed to one of the breakers in the panel and said, "Hey Tanner, there is one of these in a bag on the kitchen table. Will you run and get it for me?" He says, "OK, do you want the one from the table, or the one behind the microwave?"