One lesson we have learned is that the world does not work on the same time schedule as a farmer. They don’t get to work until 8, at least, and leave by 5, if even that late. They never work on Saturdays or Sundays or any day that might be perceived to be a holiday.
You cannot call an attorney at six in the morning with a question because they are not at work. They are probably not even awake.
Don’t even think about getting anything done at the courthouse on a Friday evening. It’s locked tighter than a drum and completely empty.
We have had to wait for lawyers and bankers and candlestick makers. Well, not the candlestick makers but plenty of other people. The legal process is incredibly slow, even though the attorneys frequently reminded us that the proceedings were expedited because everyone knows how badly we needed to be in the fields.
Add in Easter and people went on vacation. Our main FSA guy – whom is one of my favorite people in this process – is off every other Friday with flex time.
Just getting signed copies of the approved motions allowing us to go back to work took weeks, as in multiple weeks, to go through.
It always seemed like people needed stuff from us immediately but then we had to hurry up and wait. We spent a great deal of time waiting, watching the cane and the weeds grow taller.
The weed scientist in Wilson was dying to kill some weeds. The cane farmer in him was dying to fertilize the cane before it grew too tall for the machine to properly spread the mixture.
The bookkeeper in me (and the common sense in him) held tightly to the reins. We just could not spend nearly a hundred thousand dollars to fertilize a crop without a lease or a loan.
And so we waited.