first was going back to the dump. today it was successful. then, off to the Old Folks Home for Alz B's 88th birthday party. Her daughter flew in from Portland last night. i'd called around, her Swimmers friends, different people i thought of. I got birthday thingys…like those blow things???some that whiz out when you blow, some that make noise…got those and a carrot cake and ice cream. her son Bill brought 3 state of the Art pizza's from the Brew Pub. we took over one of the outside patio areas with several tables and a good view and Partied. B did really well….didn't make a whole lot of sense, but was responding to things around her. she broke out in a smile to a couple of her birthday cards. We sang happy birthday i think a total of 5 different times.
Then, i went to the Old Cowboys to spiff up his house for a visit tomorrow from a lifelong friend that lives in Kansas. Shopped for a slow cooker pot roast and got it all in the cooker. it can remain on low. Cleaned. did a load of his laundry. cut the top part off three pairs of socks where he wanted it.
Came finally HOME. fed. gave water to All. looked at the inbox here. listened looked again to Jude's latest post.
Off again to the above mentioned Bill's, Alz B's son ( i should make a list of significant actors on a side bar) to get the grass hay for the Goats
the dogs had found something of interest
aside from a few scattered feathers, only this was left. a Roadrunner. i brought it home for Saskia.
and a friend. loading some of the last bales of the year, ….this Being who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. still moist, still totally intact. We sang, Bill and I, the dying song for him. i have taught Bill that song for many things that have died there. a couple dogs. some horses. a couple cats. this time, it was his suggesting to sing. that was nice. I think i'll leave them on the dashboard of the truck Sunny. it's a good place for de hydration. what i'd like to do is send the lizard for sure to Saskia. but i need to ask her first. there may be rules of what customs allows, country to country. i don't know.
so…they are out there tonight. together on the dashboard with the burden basket hanging from the rear view mirror. maybe the jingles will "sound"…i left the vent window open so Wind could find them.
Bob Marley watches over them from the viser.
AND. A BIG AND…. Nurse Cindy was there. AND…against all odds, YES!!!!!! she WILL come. She WILL disbud the babies. She WILL teach me and young nurse Kelly to be both competant Goatherds and Competent Women. and…to Mo….she said yes. she has used an anesthetic. feels comfortable doing that. and yes. she did have untoward results once. a baby unable to recover. unable to nurse again. unable to live. it's the risk. but yes. it's easier on the disbudder for sure. babies are dopy. for a while. so…now…i have a new decision to make. They're running like a River lately, these decisions.
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