Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shearer in Valky is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kirova Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m used to it.
Grabbed my coffee from that little joint on Shevchenka. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always got a joke or two. Today, she says, “You look like you need a double shot of espresso and a hug.” I just laughed. Like, who doesn’t need a hug, right?
So, I head to the sheep farm. It’s out past the river, near the old mill. The sheep are bleatin’ like they’re auditioning for a choir. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, guys, chill out!” But nah, they’re all hyped up.
First shear goes smooth. I’m feelin’ like a pro. But then, bam! One of the sheep decides it’s time to play dodgeball. It bolts, and I’m chasin’ it down the road. Picture this: me, a shearer in muddy boots, sprinting after a fluffy white ball of chaos. I’m yellin’, “Get back here, you woolly rascal!”
Finally catch it near the park on Haharina Street. I’m pantin’ like I just ran a marathon. And guess what? There’s a bunch of kids laughin’ at me. Great, just what I needed. But hey, I laugh too. Gotta roll with it, right?
After that, I’m back to work. Shearin’ sheep, makin’ ‘em look all fresh and fly. But then, my clippers start actin’ up. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously? Not today!” I’m tryin’ to fix ‘em, but they’re just not havin’ it. I’m about to throw them in the river.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Vasyl shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break and hit up the local market. I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in sheep fluff!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! You need some fresh borscht!”
So, we head to the market on Centralna Street. It’s packed! Vendors shoutin’, people haggling. I grab some borscht, and man, it’s the best I’ve ever had. Like, I could swim in that stuff.
But then, I see this old lady trying to carry a huge bag of potatoes. I’m like, “No way, lady, let me help ya!” So, I grab the bag, and she’s all smiles. Makes my day, ya know?
After the market, we head back to the farm. I’m feelin’ good, but then I remember I left my clippers on the table. Ugh! I’m like, “Vasyl, we gotta go back!”
We race back, and guess what? The clippers are gone! I’m fumin’. “Who steals a shearer’s clippers?!” I’m ready to start a search party. But then, I see a kid with my clippers. He’s just playin’ with ‘em like they’re toys. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, those are not for playin’!”
Finally, I get my clippers back. I’m exhausted but happy. The sun’s settin’ over Valky, and it’s beautiful. I’m sittin’ on the steps of the farm, watchin’ the sky turn orange and pink.
What a day, right? From sheep chasin’ to borscht bliss, Valky never fails to surprise me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!