Miscommunication . We ’ve all receive it in nearly every aspect of our life . Sometimes this failure to communicate is a result of our own ramblings and impalpable idea — we know what we ’re trying to say , the Word are just evading us . Of of course , sometimes we can spell it out , draw it , map it , ad graphs and diagrams , or have it play out in a marionette show , and your audience will still look at you as if you were speaking a different words . Here are some taradiddle of miscommunication I ’ve have on my homestead — maybe you could relate .
Two Sides of the Same CoinYears ago , I had two friends that were concluded frigid inverse . One was a female parent and wife ; the other had never been wed and did not ever wish to be . One 24-hour interval , while sitting around reading the paper and enjoying a piping live cup of java , the “ untethered ” woman add up across an advertizing she thought we moms would like . It was a woman in bathing tub full of house of cards with her face barely evince . Her nice looking married man was kneeling next to the tub holding their small yearling , while their 3 - year - old girl come along to be take up the bubbles and blow them at the baby . Everyone appear well-chosen and oh so very jolly .
My earnest naïve acquaintance proudly flipped the paper around and declared : “ Is n’t this so angelical ? Mom ’s develop a bubble bathing tub for Mother ’s Day ! ” To which my snappy , “ conditioned ” ally replied : “ Heck no ! She ca n’t even get five minute to herself to take a bath ? I bet that baby has a dirty napkin and the married man is trying to convince her to get out and change it ! ”
Seeing Vs . KnowingAs homesteaders , we experience all variety of “ see ” versus “ know ” scenarios . We fuck how baby animals are born , and we will patiently hold off for a pending birth , quick to assist if needed . But as wonderful as the arrival is , there is still a abbreviated “ gross ” bit as the baby colt make its entrance into the humans . We be intimate what ’s coming , we just do n’t always want toseeit .
besides , as we grab heaping shovel full offresh compost , we know there israbbit pooin it — we’re in all likelihood were the I that put it in there . But there ’s still that brief gag moment when your hands are down in the dirt and you come across a few surprises that never quite soften down .
Miscommunication or Misrepresentation?Many members of the homesteading community trade something from their farm , whether it’seggs , vegetable or stock , trying to countervail the terms of running a low farm by offering a intersection of our hard body of work . But it can be a tricky business . We have to be cautious when using popular words like “ constituent ” or “ spare mountain range ” becausethose labelscan be interpreted incorrectly by your customers .
Last year , I was look into adding anEnglish Orpingtonline to my chicken family . I attended many area crybaby swop and exchanges depend for information , as well as sound strain . I amount across a young beautiful reproduction pair and proceeded to verbalise to the marketer for several minutes about their lineage , sizing , fertility , et cetera . dead , a very excited woman amount up next to me and asked if the wimp were bantams , to which the seller replied yes . Confused , I asked him if they were really English Bantams , to which he respond yes . When I call for why he did n’t name “ bantams ” before now . He stated , “ Because you did n’t expect ! ”
Literally SpeakingWith all the ways we fail to pass effectively , you still have to be intimate the literal thinkers ! Being one myself , I can only envisage the frustration , and occasional humor , my pitiful husband has wear the retiring 20 years . I did n’t realize how challenging it could be until my own little mini - me ’s come into the world . Of all my progeny , Jacob , No . 3,is by far my most genuine child . Here are just a few of the actual conversations we ’ve had :
Me:“Wow ! I ’m survive to be folding laundry until the moo-cow come home ! ”
Jacob:“Yeah , but are the cows come hometoday ? ”
Or my personal favorite :
Me:“Jacob , do you know when you ’re birthday is ? ”
Jacob:“July 22 ! ”
Me:“Yes , but of what yr ? ”
Jacob:“Everyyear ! DUH ! ”
Moral of the StoriesTry to remember that miscommunication is ordinarily just a thing of interpretation . If you find yourself spoil , endeavor to see a scenario from both sides , ask a few more interrogation if necessary , and be patient with those that require a little clarification sometimes . But above all else , recall there ’s knowing and then there’sknowing ! Even we — the raiser of food , the cullers , the animate being midwives , the professional pooper scoopers — have a few “ gag a maggot ” here and now . It ’s apprehensible some of our non - agricultural friend might have them , as well ; like the few urbanite supporter of ours that are genuinely disgusted by the fact we “ rust eggs that come from a chicken’sbutt ! ”
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