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April 16, 2019

It's been over a year since my last blog post! Aside from the usual culprits of work (followed by compensatory sloth), I have found previous versions of the Wix website platform ponderously, maddeningly slow to work in. At some point somebody did something and the website is now far easier to work with, so I resolve to post here a little more often. 

 

I post from my bed, where I am nursing a pulled muscle in my nether regions -- it's not what you think though! The bloom of youth is long gone, there is no salacious tale to my injury; I got this particular muscle strain while trying to wrestle two intransigent pigs into the back of a trailer. "A cada cerdo le llega su sábado" we say in Spanish -- literally, "every pig has it's Saturday" referring to the day pigs go to market. Some of my fondest memories of many years of work in Nicaragua are leaving a homestead early in the morning on a Saturday to do field work, and seeing a pig tied up outside the kitchen; when we would return hours later, there would be a massive pot full of pork tamales simmering over a fire. The Spanish aphorism means that we all get our just desserts in the end. Around here, Saturdays are Mondays -- our processor generally takes pigs on Mondays, so when we get into our busy season, one Monday every few weeks starts out with the cajoling of the pigs onto the trailer, setting off for that final journey.

 

I hope to not make this journey with too many more purebred Mangalitsas, as they are intransigent as their wild boar ancestors. At some point during the tempting, begging, cajoling, pushing, shoving, blocking, and entreaties to dieties porcine and primate, I took an accidental ride on a pig's back. I'm not sure if that's when I pulled my groin muscle, the pain came on later in the day and became undeniable when I tried to lift a sack of feed in the afternoon. The things I do for pork chops!

 

"A cada granjera vieja le llega su lunes" -- karma came and bit me in the figurative ass, giving me a pulled muscle in an even less dignified area. I have liberally applied ice cream to my mouth to soothe my pain, it's working so far.

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