Herself gets really tired of always being around the place, but I don't go anywhere except the feed store, so I'm not losing out on anything. I'd like to have the feed delivered in bulk to save money and keep me at home, but Herself says that if I didn't get off the place every once in a while I would just close off the outside world.
I worked on a dairy farm in my teens and my folks always kept milk cows. Herself and I kept dairy goats on our little farm in Kentucky in the '70's and '80's, but I never felt like I had something else I wanted to do.
If I wasn't milking and tending my animals, I would just be staring at the TV or looking out the window. I know that to most folks a milk critter is the biggest tie in the world, but I would be a prisoner here with or without the milk cow. Sometimes, maybe once a year, Herself can get me far enough away from the house that someplace else is closer than home, but it's no easy trick. My boy works for Northwest Airlines and can get us tickets to anyplace for $50 each, round trip. Herself has lots of places she would love to see, but getting me off the place is hard. Sometimes I go out and set in our camping trailer and wish we could use it, and other times I go sit on my Harley and just stare down the road. No, I'm glad we have milk cows, even when it's -56 or when I'm mucking out stalls.
Milking gives me daily structure, something to look forward to, and a reason to be active. What in Heaven would I have to do if I wasn't milking?