Well... That Escalated Quickly
Blog #55
Dear Loyal Subjects,
Before anyone starts asking where this week’s blog is...
Yes.
I’m late.
You see, my human Paul released his book ”Still Sleeping” , and I’ve taken it upon myself to become the Official Director of Book Sales.
It’s a very important position.
Mostly it involves staying up way too late watching book sales come in, checking for new reviews, and proudly announcing every time someone finishes reading it.
I may or may not have yelled, “WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!” loud enough to wake the chickens more than once this week.
The feedback has been incredible.
People are connecting with Paul’s story, and I couldn’t be happier for him.
Now, I’d also like to give a royal shout-out to two of my biggest supporters...
Lari and Donna.
Thank you both for reading the book, taking the time to leave such thoughtful reviews, and cheering Paul on. Between you and me... I’m pretty sure you’re really fans of my work, but I’ll let Paul enjoy the spotlight for a little while.
Don’t tell him I said that.
Now...
While I was busy managing Paul’s literary career...
Mother Nature decided to file a complaint.
Some of you may remember that Grandma Donna’s friend—a very kind lady she drives the school bus with—generously donated a beautiful gazebo for Mudside Manor.
How nice is that?
The humans spent hours putting it together.
It looked magnificent.
I had already selected my official afternoon napping location.
I was mentally arranging the furniture.
The ribbon-cutting ceremony was practically scheduled.
There was just one tiny problem...
It never actually made it to Mudside Manor.
The wind had other plans.
Not a gentle breeze.
Not even your average thunderstorm wind.
I’m talking the kind of wind that makes you wonder if Dorothy is about to fly by with Toto.
That gazebo didn’t simply blow over.
It packed up, skipped the grand opening, and flew clear across the farm.
It hadn’t even hosted its very first Hamilton nap.
To make matters worse, the storm also took down part of one of our trees.
At that point I figured we’d had enough excitement for one weekend.
I was wrong.
Monday...
Our well pump quit.
Completely.
Now, for those of you who don’t live on a farm, let me explain exactly how serious that is.
No water.
Not for the horses.
Not for the pigs.
Not for the dogs.
Not for the humans.
Nothing.
As I’m writing this, the situation is still developing.
The humans are trying to remain calm, making phone calls, crossing their fingers, and trying to figure out how to keep an entire farm running without the one thing everything here depends on.
It’s... less than ideal.
So yes...
I’ve been staying up late watching Paul’s book sales.
Not just because I’m proud of him...
But because it turns out replacing a well pump isn’t exactly cheap.
We’re hoping for more happy news while we tackle this unexpected farm adventure.
Around here, it seems one chapter ends and another begins before you’ve even finished reading the first one.
So that’s the current situation from Mudside Manor.
The story is still unfolding as I’m typing this.
Hopefully next week I’ll have good news about the well, my gazebo will have decided to come home, and I’ll finally get to take that first royal nap.
Until then...
Stay grounded.
And if life blows your plans across the pasture...
Take a deep breath, laugh if you can, and keep moving forward.
Snoutfully yours,
Squealexander Hamilton🐽
Official Director of Book Sales, Royal Nap Enthusiast, and Pig Reporting Live from Whatever This Week Has Been.