It’s that time of the year.
Something is in the air, and when it settles in our nostrils, sneezing, itching, watering eyes and running nose are seemingly unbearable and unending irritations.
Somebody has to clean the barn.
It’s a dirty subject, literally, and few want to even talk about the task. Certainly, no one wants to do the job. Yet, livestock can not be retained in confinement, without nature following its course, and cleanup afterward is required, eventually. We’ve heard of those who let the heap get so high they have to raise the door, the ceiling and finally the roof.
If it weren’t for bad luck, we’d have no luck at all.
We make that comment on occasion when things don’t go the way we’d prefer. Yet, it is typically being made tongue-in-cheek, because our luck, or should we say life’s activities, go fairly well, in general. Considering our limited talents, they go quite nicely.