DAD: Never Done
I don’t know whether to blame the old pick up truck or the gravel road, but the drive to the hog buildings was a bumpy one. As Dad and I drove, or bounced, along for a busy day of moving sows, I looked to Dad for some assurance of better times to come. “Dad, what are we going to do when we get everything done?”
Puzzled, Dad asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, we’ve been doing a lot of work lately, and soon we won’t have anything else to do. What are we going to do with the rest of our lives when the work is all done? Do you think we could move to Disney World?”
With great wisdom, Dad responded, “That sounds nice, but even Disney World would eventually get boring. It doesn’t matter anyway, we’ll always have something to do. We’re farmers, and farmers always have animals to take care of, fences to fix, crops to plant or harvest, roadsides to mow. We’ll always be busy.” Though I was discouraged with Dad’s answer I was confused by what he said next with a satisfying, even comforting, grin, “I kind of like it that way.”
