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I would normally assume that life would become more stable and predictable as we age and grow wise, but at this point that assumption fits the Odd Couple definition of assume. According to the Chinese Zodiac calendar it is the year of the ox. That is probably pretty profound, because I'm swimming in bullshit.

On a positive note, our little business venture seems to have sprouted legs and is getting stronger. You can probably sense that I'm devoted, or should be commited, to its success based on my infrequent blogging activity. Having control means unlimited responsibility to achieve success. We've grown our customer base nicely and all feedback is very positive. Our customers are becoming our best salesmen. Tony has not been able to quit his current job yet, but I'm keeping up with the work fine. Although the environment is as smelly as you can imagine, the rewards of directorship cover it up well.

I will convey one horrific story that will make you appreciate those producing your bacon and chops. During a final load out at 3:00 am, I was the first to arrive at the site. After dressing I walked the barn to check for deads. There was what is defined as a dead, but only due to the strictest test of the word. What I found was a skin and some tissue, perhaps 25% of what had been a 270# hog the day before. These carniverous bastards had eaten all but the skin and some meat around the head. The smell was the worst thing I've ever experienced. Truly something that 99% of the population could not, and should not handle. My task was to drag the mush out of the barn to the dead box and somehow get it up into the dumpster. It could not be picked up by one person because of the lack of bone structure; see they like to pick the bones clean and use them as toys until they are taken away. I had to wait for my brother and his brother-in-law to arrive to pick it up. These two are far more experienced with hogs than I am, but I am pleased, or perhaps concerned, that they both vomitted after helping throw the pig in the box, while I survived with my guts in tact. Nobody should ever see nor smell that, but I accidentally walked through the residue that was spread on the gravel from the drag, and I got to enjoy a faint reminder of the ordor for the next 4 days before it fully wore off.

To be continued....