We're hosting a party here this weekend for my sweet new nephew - a traditional Vietnamese celebration in honor of his first month. So it was high time to get this place in order once again.
As I walked around the property, picking up petrified deer bones long abandoned by the dogs, and tossing dead mice to the back field for the coyotes and crows, it occurred to me how completely normal these things have become. They're just part of the landscape here, and I don't so much as flinch at these sights, the way I may have a few years ago.
But, we're having people over. Normal people, who might be a little aghast at their children unearthing muskrat carcasses and pig's feet while playing in the sandbox (which is where Aki likes to bury his treasures until they're ripe). I'm sure the children would find this fascinating, but we really don't want to scare off all the adults, now do we?
The more I live this farming-type life, the more distanced I feel from normalcy in an average-everyday-working-woman sense. While others are doing sophisticated things like meeting co-workers for drinks, I'm in the chicken coop with a flashlight slathering salve on a rooster's butt. And the strange thing is, I really don't find it all that weird. Such are my now common sensibilities.
Well, so much for the pleasantries. When the uninitiated arrive, I'll just hope I didn't miss a spot. Which is why I will distract the guests with these pretty bouquets I made for the party using flowers and herbs from around the farm. This certainly makes up for all the not-so-pretty bits of my unabashedly dirty and borderline offensive life, yes?