We woke at 6 am to the ringing of the phone. First off, I want to say that no one should ever phone the parents of teen-aged children at that hour. Actually, any time from 1 am to 6 am. It’s just too hard on the heart, and the head, as you quickly do a roll call in your sleep-addled mind, trying to account for each darling child. Anyway, it had nothing to do with any of the kids. It was Statistics Canada – AGAIN! They have been hounding poor Clem, “the person responsible for making the farming decisions”, for weeks. At least, I’m pretty sure it was their 1-800 numbers we tried to ignore. When we did answer, they would ask for a convenient time to talk to “uh..Clement..uh..Skrafell…uh..mumble,mumble“. Ha! He’s seeding. He doesn’t even know when he’ll be in the house, let alone the rest of us. Why do these government people insist on bothering farmers at seeding and harvest? Don’t they get it? I’m sure one or two farmers may have, possibly, politely, mentioned something to them about the inconvenience of calling at those times of year. And why can’t they call a cell phone? That’s why I leave his cell number on the voicemail message. Sheesh.
And while I’m on this rant, why do farmers have to complete, in addition to the regular census, a sixteen-page census form, including income and expenses (which, by the way, we have already given to the Canadian Revenue Agency and AgriStability and AgriInvest), again at one of the busiest times of year? Anyone else have to give Statistics Canada their financial information? Anyone? Buehler?
There. That feels better. Now I’m going to go make more coffee, because Clem took it all in his go cup this morning. Say, that may account for my “good” mood today!
Thanks for checking in! Twice in one week – wow!