Paul, the workman, the craftsman, who works for Bill, Alz.B's son, who seems to more and more maybe be some kind of brother to me???, i think about this a lot,……and you might have read some of this thinking before. anyway, Paul came Early this morning. i don't know exactly what he had planned to do here, the fence reinforcment? the plumbing thing to create grey water? the cross over flooring over the crack where the former porch and now ROOM connects to the trailer…there is a good inch plus gap?????? anyway, i don't know what he and Bill had in mind. but i met him at the gate saying there was a change in plan. i wanted to "trade" the floor project for making a rain/hail shelter for the Goats in the Way Back….use the particle board for the roof instead of the house floor. Goats First, i said. so, Paul, being the good humored being that he is, said OK. but YOU explain it to Bill. so, OK. after all, I am the one who Lives here. so….OK.
and this is what we did
with what we could find around here, we built this. it is attached to the road end of the trailer. which is my bedroom. it is 8ftx8ft. big enough? i don't know. but it's what we had to work with. we got the "vigas" from out in Buckwheat's yard. that took a while. he was very nervous to have a stranger in his space, a male stranger. and Goats do assign things to human gender. we would move things around and then need to wait until he found his "querencia", his place to take his stand if need be, like the bull in the ring. a couple times he just smashed his horns into things…the side of the Albatros, once his rickety gate..which held. his response to anxiety was interesting to watch. not so unlike some human males. that took a long time. then, well, no need for all the details. but it was not at all unlike Cloth Making. Mending. Mosaic applique that Jude taught me. it was 100 degrees again with hot dry Wind gusting. intense. but we did it.
Tomorrow the nurse from the Old Folks Home, Cindy comes. She is the one who appeared out of the Blue offering, …well, no, not offering, but saying yes to me saying…HELP…with the disbudding. so…i'll wait till after that to say much. right now, it's only Hope. but i wanted that shelter in the Way Back so she can Look. so she can help me understand the logistics of what is already here and what it will become soon with the 6 additional baby Goats and what will be the On Going thing with the Milking. SO MUCH factors in. so many times, one good idea is canceled out by another reality. hard to see how it all goes together to Work. so Tomorrow will be a Big Day.
in between all this…i gave water to Lucky Star and Caroline with the bucket. i can't leave water in there with them….the babies are too awkward and could drown…even in a small amount. just like our babies. so when i took water, i would sit in the straw and touch them., the babies. they are panting, so i don't pick them up in the day. just touch. i took this one pic, but they look like little martians at the angle i am at, so i gave it up for the day.
but they are all well. all their little bellys full and round. all Just Going in this new world of theirs.
i am having feelings that i can't put words with right now. after what needs to be done is done, maybe then. but i look at this pic above and well… a lot of feelings.
and the pics and the words are Off…but ….ok. You can figure it out…what i'm trying to say. This above is the Tomatillo. i am watering in the dark again. taken with the Flash. when i was watering and looking with my eyes, they almost looked like Poinsettas. but without the flash there was just black. with the flash, well………this. They are blooming. i LOVE growing tomatillos. just because of how they Are.
windthread 
Leave a reply to suzanna Cancel reply