Blackberry canes

Thursday I was a mess. My knee was black and blue and hard to bend. I'd also managed to stub my arthritic big toe so I was shuffling around. I'd only had four hours of sleep at best. To top it off, the herdsman had us doing extra work by spraying the cows hoofs for wart prevention in between milking. I tried to talk Domingo into putting off scrubbing the parlor until Friday. "Frote la paredes hoy o mañana?" I asked. "Hoy!" was Domingo's reply and he was adamant. So I kept it together and after milking put in another hour or so scrubbing the parlor. Stopped off to pick up my mail and there was a notice in my P.O. Box advertising a local job opening. Starting salary was $5 more per hour than I make now. I carefully folded the ad and threw it away. Just too hard to give up the joys of milking.