Some of the best moments are the ones where you’re sitting and watching your eldest sibling and your youngest sibling play with your twin nephews after dinner so their mother can take a break.
“Martha, don’t do that, you’re being an idiot.”
My last cat, Tommy, had about 50 different Looks that he’d give me that were all a variation of this and he was usually right. He was far more patient with me than Usako is.
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Have you ever realized that moment when everything was fine and then it suddenly wasn’t.
And then you spent an hour calming youself down and then you were okay, you were cool, chill and all that.
And then Mom called and let you know that the trumpet that needs to be taken to the fix-it shop wasn’t just Great Granny’s trumpet but either Great Great Grampa’s or Great Great Great Grampa’s trumpet.
“And that’s when you realized you were turning into Dad, wasn’t it?” my brother asked us today.
Yes. The answer was yes.
The trumpet’s okay, but only someone who knows what she’s doing is allowed to touch that antique now and we’re all very greatful that our younger sister has a newer-ish trumpet that she’s willing to let our nephew borrow for band. (And also that it’s mouthpiece doesn’t jam every single time you put it in the lead pipe.)
There are times when you realize that you have a hyena for a niece and you can’t even say anything about it, because you know that you were worse as a child. Much, much worse.
So much worse.
You have no idea.
So we’ve been having skunk problems. Every night they try to get our chickens or ducks or rabbits. So our dogs (mostly Vincent) keep guard all. Night. Long.
We wake up in the morning and the dogs are exhausted and sleep most of the day away. They’ve earned it without a shadow of a doubt because we can certainly smell how much they’ve been working. Even if they aren’t sprayed, the backyard is definitely smelly from the skunks they’ve chased off.
(I’m so glad, now, that Vincent is so good at dodging things, because we don’t have enough tomato juice to bathe him in.)
We’re trying to get another dog, because Vincent might be young and spry and energetic (and super protective of ‘his’ animals), but Sissy is getting up there in years and there’s no way she’s going to be able to help Vincent out with guard duty once the temperature drops like lead in water. I have no idea how she’s keeping up with him now.
Seriously, though, Vincent does a head check on the rabbits every morning whenever we open up the rabbit garage (there are no vehicles or machinery housed in the rabbit garage, just rabbits and animal feed). He walks through and touches noses with all of our long-time residents and even some of our short-time residents, then he turns and walks out with me as soon as I’m done filling up their water bottles/bowls.
He takes his duties very seriously and won’t let us go to bed until we’ve made sure to let him outside to start guard duty, even if he was napping when we were getting ready for bed in the first place.
Now if only we could find a way to stop the skunks from coming over in the first place so that our backyard would stop smelling skunky in the morning.
Every now and then I just stop and stare at people or animals on the farm. My sister’s kids, my sister, the goats and rabbits and the dogs and cats.
To make sure they’re still breathing.
This is something that I’ve been doing all my life and I don’t think it’s something that I’m ever going to stop doing.
I don’t know why I do it, it’s just something I’ve done for as long as I can remember (which, granted, doesn’t mean as much for most people.) But it is one o the few memories that I actually retain from Before the memory blanks started happening.
I just want to make sure that they are still alive.
Like watching a train
Must know how this story ends
Can’t look away now
What used to happen to me no matter what book it was I picked up. Mostly, I was thinking about this one novel that used to belong to my Granny Martha. I thought, “Oh! It might be interesting!”
It is the only book that I have ever thrown away.
And I don’t mean send to DI or another thrift store.
I tied it up in a bag and walked it out to the garbage can outside.
To this day, I wish I’d already learned the lesson that you don’t have to finish a book just because you’ve already read half of it.
Sometimes I go walking
All out by myself
Except with another
To walk the road shelf
Together we walk
All alone in our thoughts
Wind brushing by
Blowing ‘way imagined faults
In this instance we’re tall
Standing high in the sky
Doubts falling away
Smiles gracing this ride
For though I’m alone
I’m really with another
Walking right through
Life’s confusing weather
But at times I look back
And only see one track
And then I start to wonder
Just what I lack
For now I walk alone
Without my friend
Walking all alone
Not even seeing the end
But really He was there
Not walking beside me
Holding me up
To see what I will be
But I’m just so tired
So wanting my rest
That I forget He is there
Helping me be my best
It’s only later
That I realize the truth
That He was there
Even during my youth
As now I grow older
White haired, wrinkled face
I can look back up
And thank Him for His Grace
Excuse me while I go die on my bed.
We got railroad ties to make the fencing for the pig pen (it should actually keep them out of the goats this winter) and there is so much digging going on as we hurry to put them in the ground so they have time to settle before we put the rest of the fencing up before we get the pigs later this month.
We really need to get something on wheels that hauls heavy things from the front of the house to the very. Back. Of. The. Lot.
In other news at least it’s no longer sweltering here at night.
My nephew was asking me a question about the villains in the Nolan Batman trilogy, asking which was crazy and I just looked at him and said, “We’re all mad here.” And then smiled my crazy smile while he just Looked at me.
It was the best part of my entire day.