|Front door? Where?|
The professionals were called out to butcher the remaining four pigs. It was just too cold to do it ourselves, and there wasn't enough space to cut up the now-huge pigs that would fill the freezers at three households. The pros were quick and efficient, and did all the hard work for us.Such a generous thing... We just couldn't get up the energy to put out the effort ourselves while huddling around the heaters.
|Our pile of pork|
|boxing up the rest|
A few things were accomplished amidst our misery, though. The cut pork came back, packaged all pretty in white butcher paper, and boxed like late Christmas presents. Curmudgeon spent an afternoon dividing the various cuts among piles for three different freezers, savoring the thought of what hot, steamy meals they would provide. Then we taught him and Bones how to can their own sausage -- quite the new thing for them. They were so proud of their meaty, greasy little jars!
|Jars of joy!|
I enjoyed a great deal of physical problems, besides the cold fingers and toes, and the hugging of the blazing hot heater, and the extra time on my feet in the kitchen. I had scheduled hand surgery for a tendonitis-type situation in my hands; this time, we did both a finger and my wrist. Of my dominant hand. Which makes life really hard. And then as soon as I could use it again, I couldn't use it again. The dog had been chasing the cats again, usually the wilder ones that she felt should be out in the barns and not on the porch. I banged on the window of the front door several times, just to distract her and let the cat get away, and my hand went right through it! At around 4am. Dude was gone, Munchkin had school soon, so I opted for the ever-exciting ambulance ride. Thankfully, Squirrel was on duty that night, and was part of the reason the hospital ended up not calling the psychotherapist in (apparently our town in known for drug- and alcohol-induced suicides). After some super glue and five million questions, I was free to go, now sporting new scars across the recent ones. I really don't need that much excitement during winter, despite begging to get out once in a while.
And then came the long thaw... but that's another post. Finally the long winter was over and we were hopeful for the lovely year to come! Or so we thought....