At Some Point You’ll See Me In My Pajamas

At some point you’ll see me in my pajamas and the real takeaway is that you should be glad I at least have clothes on.

Sometimes the farming life dictates that you run outside in whatever you happen to have on.  If that event occurs on a day that you planned to sleep in (I made it to 6 am!  WOOO!), then there are good odds of you running outside in your Homer Simpson fleece pajama bottoms and a circa 1997 “Ordinary People Doing Ordinary Things” business retreat t-shirt with more holes in it than a sieve.

And so it was this morning when the sunrise swept over the vineyards with a deep pink glow.  I grabbed my camera and dashed outside.  Scanning the view, something caught my eye.  Three big adult coyotes by the bird coops!  Okay, so, first, I only like coyotes when they are NOT on my property.  It’s conditional love with very hard and fast conditions.  At that moment I did not love them.  They saw me and ambled away into the vineyards.  Once they crossed the line from being loathed to loved, I attempted to take photos.  Of course, I had the wrong lens.  The lens you use for a sweeping panorama is worthless for coyote portraits.

Then, I heard another noise behind me.  I bristled and turned, expecting a fourth coyote.

It was worse.  Way worse.  It was my neighbor and I’m going to be completely honest here: there are good neighbors and there are not.  She’s in the “not” category.  But there she was, out feeding her critters.

I froze, then looked for a place to hide my shame.  It was 8 am and I still hadn’t dressed myself.  The horror.  With no place to hide I resigned to my fate and decided instead to just own it.  Hell yeah, my hair was a mess.  Hell yeah, my pajamas look like recent retrievals from a dumpster.  And, hell yeah I was out there with my camera like some kind of social media influencer wannabe.

She didn’t seem to know I was out there.  That’s when I noticed her outfit.  Nothing near as awesome as Homer Simpson fleece bottoms, but she definitely was wearing pajama bottoms.

Seriously, pajama bottoms, a Carhartt, and rubber boots.

What is THAT about?!

More From Our Blog

The Crows Are Back
Hotter than Satan’s Mixtape
Deadlines, Projects, Markets, and Wonky Ducks
Heartly the Buck is on the Payroll
Love Needs to be Blind
Our Most “Popular” Nanny
Going Quiet
Make Hay While the Sun Shines