My mother will attest to the fact that I have never tried hard to stay clean. Jeans and dresses were soiled with equal abandon, despite all admonishment from parents and older siblings. Now that I pay for my own clothes I try to be more careful by having a drawer full of farm rags while preserving everything else for my interactions with the real world. This distinction doesn't come naturally to me, however, and the voice in my head that says "you're wearing the wrong clothes for this" is barely audible. Today I installed a new pump in our fish pond and went into the shop for some WD40 when the waterfall hose resisted its inevitable attachment to the pump nozzle . I sprayed a couple of drops into the hose, spread it around with my finger and was just about to wipe that finger on my pants when the little voice screamed "YOU JUST BOUGHT THESE LAST WEEK!!!" and then passed out from the effort. It sounded a bit like my mom.
Today's other chores included the purchase of a full-face fly mask for Raven (it does not have pink ears), which does seem to keep her a little calmer when the mosquitoes come out. We also bought a 1-acre bug zapper, which is going nuts as I type. It's hanging between the goat and horse paddocks, striking terror into the hearts of both Tonka and Raven. I'm not sure whether the mask or the fear has quelled her pacing for the night, but I don't really care either way.