tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643853987235281087.post1042383089954725769..comments2015-10-07T09:04:24.444-04:00Comments on Scurvy Elephant Farm: The farm becomes like a child......Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12052141167526380807noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643853987235281087.post-86500522922419084072012-08-11T16:59:01.163-04:002012-08-11T16:59:01.163-04:00Ha. I can relate to this one. When I first arrang...Ha. I can relate to this one. When I first arrange for someone to farm sit, I'm always optimistic - of course they can handle it. Then when it gets closer to time, I realize how quirky my system for feeding or moving or whatever is, and I get all worried. I always end up writing out these long pages of single spaced typed instructions - they make me feel better, and the house sitter probably ignores them when I'm not around. I firmly resist the urge to phone and check while we're away, but I do leave phone numbers for resource people like my brother if the house sitter has a real crisis. So far I've always come back to all the animals where they should be, present and accounted for. But it is hard to let go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com