Waves Crashing Against The Shore Outside Fawn
Unfortunately I did not make it to the playground after all. The bad weather has continued. That means two weeks without goat visits for me. That is no good. Last week my parents took a trip to Finland. And there was cane training. This week much bad weather. In the olden days I would never have let a little rain stop me from going to see the goats. But it’s different now. My eyes are not too strong. If I get wind and rain in them then they quickly get uncomfortable and start to hurt. And I’m less mobile and so less able to chase after goats who don’t want to be in the rain.
But I’m going to try again on Monday. Hopefully I will be able to make it then. I need some good goat time. And I feel guilty about staying away for so long. Like I’m neglecting them. Also I can’t help worry that something will happen to them. That I will come back after a couple of weeks and they’ll be gone for some reason. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it. They’re my buddies, I need to take care of them.
Monday, hopefully.
Meanwhile I have looked a little at the ZoomText program. I have set my resolution back to 800×600, as that is still easier on the eyes. But with the help of ZoomText I can now read usenet again. So that’s really good. I can keep up with alt.tv.lost again. Definite improvement. I still need to check out the other functions of the program, so we’ll see if there’s more to gain.
Othr than that there is nothing new. Mama’s world famous chicken soup on Sunday. Hopefully goats on Monday. Postponed hospital checkup on Wednesday and postponed cane training on Thursday. That’s the plan for now.
November 8th, 2009 at 10:50
Hope you get to see the goats tomorrow, I’m sure they miss you!
November 8th, 2009 at 14:44
Visiting goats silly?? Never! Visiting with goats is a very important part of my life (and yours). I’m lucky to get a daily goat fix.
We got home late last night and it was getting dark when we let the boys and donkey girl out for a short walk. I was in the barn with the cats when Billy came back to the pen.
I let him inside and he wanted scratches and he was snuffling me. He likes to get really close to my face and sniff and snuff me. I thought maybe he was seeing his reflection in my glasses, but he does it to my husband who does not wear glasses.
When I feel goaty whiskers and turn my head, Billy snuffles my neck which is tickly to say the least. Nothing like having your pet goatzie gaze into your eyes.
Of course Billy is thinking: “Where’s the crackers, apples, or peanuts lady?” Billy has very simple needs in life. Unlike us silly humans. hee, hee
November 9th, 2009 at 12:48
Chicken soup? ….. I WANT CHICKEN SOUP TOO!!!
November 9th, 2009 at 14:17
No! All chicken soup goes to ME!
November 9th, 2009 at 20:30
Katrine – I finally got to see them today. I sure did mis them, that’s for sure.
Debster – Oh I wish I could have my goats right here so I could check in on them all the time. That’d make everything much easier. And funner.
Oh to be a goat. I’d like to be reborn as a goat in my next life. Although you’d have to have pretty brilliant karma to obtain such a high status I bet.
Ann T. Krist + Debster – No! No soup for you!
All for Plume.
November 10th, 2009 at 1:15
*crying softly* sniff, sniff – no soup for the Debster.
November 11th, 2009 at 0:57
*Sigh* still no soup for the Debster.
November 12th, 2009 at 20:36
Debster – I blame the financial crisis. Do you know how expensive chickens are these days?