Ever heard that expression before? It’s pure Minnesota Norwegian, and it means anything from “holy cow” to “ouch” to a host of unmentionables. Google it for an endless bounty of info. Or, go here for a possibly accurate Wikipedia version of uff da.
(No temperature update because it’s late, and I don’t feel like tramping outside to check the thermometer before I leave. )
I say uff da because after a long day at work, a lunch time run, a 1 hour commute home and calf chores, I’m running around like a nut to get organized and drive to my parent’s house tonight. They’re only an hour drive away – I know I’m making it sound like a monumental trip here – but I feel like it’s been a long Friday. They still live on the farm I grew up on, and tomorrow morning will mean I need to be up bright and early to help milk the cows. It will also mean that I probably won’t blog early tomorrow, and I want to keep up my sparse momentum. Hence, this special “uff da inspired” update.
I’ll plan to take some pictures for a future post while I’m there. My parents also have a dairy farm (so the pictures may actually look a lot the same – go figure) but it’s a smaller farm where we milk about 60 cows. H is staying at home to look after our cows, and I get to catch up with my parents and at least a few of my 4 sisters. I’ll return by Saturday night where my own calves and dog will be eagerly waiting for me (hey, at least somebody will be!) I suppose H may be eagerly waiting too 🙂
In the running world, I did a quick lunchtime run in the drizzle. Some speed work on the track 3/4 mile from my office was the perfect pick-me-at noon earlier today.
Do you have any family members (grandparents, 3rd cousins twice removed, etc) that farm? What crops or animals do they raise?