Time Confusion – One-Liner Wednesday

I was waking up in the middle of the night all day long.


(cracks up) This was an actual part of my conversation with my nephew and his friend. My youngest nephew said this and both his friend and I cracked up. It was great! He laughed with us. My family makes comments like this all the time.

Check out the original One-Liner Wednesday.

(And yes, I will be posting projects and things on the blog now, but probably not until I have a project in the works due to it being winter and it snowing a lot or raining and then freezing everything into giant sheets of ice everywhere. Or until something breaks and I have to fix it despite the weather. Whichever comes first.)

Just One Of Those Weeks… – Thankful Thursday

There comes a time in your life when you have so many things seeming to pile on you (although, this week isn’t actually as bad as some others I’ve had in the past…) It can make it very hard to find the brightness in things.

But then someone comes along and does something that is very simple seeming, but made all the difference you needed. Just one small and simple thing to go right for a change.

I won’t go into detail on what all went wrong this week (or week and a half), but I am very grateful for people (family, friends, strangers) who do one small thing that helped you whether or not they realized that you needed it.

So I am grateful for small and simple things, because they are the things that make all the difference.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Friends

There is nothing as precious as watching your nephew’s new kitten playing with the dog after, for the first time, hiding behind that dog and seeking safety from another cat.

Cory’s kitten, Loki was running away from my cat, Usako and hid behind our dog Vincent. I have pictures but can’t get them from my phone just yet, probably will tomorrow.

After Loki realized he’d hid behind someone he was usually afraid of, they then spent ten or so minutes playing (and it was actual playing.)

Sadly, Loki’s sister Freya is still afraid of Vincent even though I can tell Loki is trying to convince her that he’s an okay guy.

Sister Freya, mine
Vincent is really nice, see
How well he protects

Tough Morning – Thankful Thursday

This morning was really hard for me. My sister woke me up before she had to leave to take her kids to school and then head to work to let me know that one of our goats had died in the night.

One of the baby goats, the little bucklings that were born in August and were still small enough to pick up and hold.

We didn’t really know why he had died.

I went through my morning chores: laundry, dishes, checking on the animals and their waters. (Everything freezes over multiple times throughout the day because the temperature is always below the freezing point of water right now.)

I did all of this while crying, because I am a crier, but still able to work even when doing so.

I felt the need to call a friend who also has goats (and has kind of been our go-to person whenever we have goat issues that crop up.) She came right over and listened to me before checking on the only little goatling we have left. She let me know that in the cold weather, most goats’ digestive track slows incredibly fast and it’s very easy for them to become bloated and if they are headbutted (which is how goats play) and it hits them just wrong (which is a worry mostly for the smaller ones that aren’t quite 5 or 6 months old yet, which our two youngest goatlings turn 5 months around Christmas) they can rupture something and die. Being bloated also makes it harder for them to keep warm because it hurts to cuddle up with others if you are too bloated.

My friend was actually surprised that the smaller of the two goatlings had survived the last few nights with how small he is and how bloated he was.

“Those other buckling must really like this one, the only way he could have survived the last few nights was if he was cuddled up with them even when he didn’t want to be.” she told me.

I thought back on it and I did recall that Cowboy and Ventus (our next two youngest after the little ones, but they are closer to 7 months old) do like the little tri-colored goatling that survived.

My friend showed me how to hold the little goatling and pat at his stomach to help him burp out all of the gas that was keeping him bloated. She also showed me how to use a pinch of baking soda every couple of hours to help him to burp without me. (It works kind of like Alka-Seltzer for a goat.) She also told me that just a milliliter and a half of regular human yogurt can help to encourage the good bacteria that’s in his digestive track to start working more, helping him to digest his food better and not end up with all of that gas in him.

She’s also going to come back in a few hours and have a look at my little goatling to make sure he’s doing okay.

That was a really long way to come to, to find what I was grateful for today.

What I’m grateful for was my friend who was willing to come down and help me even when she didn’t know what was wrong. Because I was still crying too much to explain beyond the fact that we had lost a goat in the night. She made sure I was all right and then immediately checked my other goats (while showing me how to do so as well) to make sure they were okay and when she found one that needed care and attention she showed me how to do it and then stayed with me for a bit longer to make sure I not only knew how to do it, but that I wasn’t alone.

I am very blessed to have such a friend.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Just a Few Things – Thankful Thursday

Today I am grateful for a few of things:

For my neighbors who kept my dog in their yard after he got out and went for a lovely sprint.

For the end of NaNoWriMo and the fun it was.

For my friends coming to visit me on my farm for the afternoon.

For my nephew leaving me some chips to have with my lunch today.

If you want to see more things people are grateful for, check out the original Thankful Thursday.

 

Thicker By Choice – Thankful Thursday

Blood is thicker than water, but blood between friends is something that is chosen rather than inherited.

I love my family, I wouldn’t trade them for anything and I don’t want them to become strangers who only share genetic material with me. I want them to be my friends because a friend is someone who wants to be something like family bot because they have to be, but because they want to be.

So today? I’m grateful for friendship and its ability to stretch beyond the gaps between people, even people that are your family.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update the link when able.)

EDIT: Link updated as of July 18, 2015.

What is Wealth?

Sometimes she found herself looking around at what they had to show for all the long centuries of their lives.

Nothing.

They had the clothing that they wore and the uniforms that came when they needed the battle-cloth to protect their skin. They had no shoes save when they were needed as well, but there was nothing else to their names. They had learned to read by watching through windows and around trees before they perfected their ability to fade from sight. They had learned their maths the same way. Eventually, in the more recent years, libraries had been opened across the width and breadth of the planet where anyone could enter and make use of things within. They were unable to take things out, lacking a proper home address to do so, but they were also able to find a place to fade from sight and spend the night.

They know things that have long been forgotten. Some things that they know were never known by enough to be noticed when they were forgotten and still other things they know simply because they were as curious as the rest of the world for knowledge. To them, knowledge is a kind of wealth that you can accumulate as much as you want as long as you are able to remember it all straight. There have been many throughout their lives that have said they are richer than Mayan kings of old or the Egyptian pharaohs at their greatest or even than the warlords who lay plunder to the world over.

But they have no friends, no family or purpose to their lives and that, more than anything else, is what makes them feel poor.

Absent

What’s love got to do with it, got to do with it? …Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken. -Tina Turner

When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The more you love them, the more power they have until they hold enough to completely destroy your life.

If you’re a special kind of lucky, then they can destroy the lives of those around you as well.

She missed her family, missed them with something that boarded on hysteria if she allowed herself time to think about it. But she didn’t really have much of a choice here.

(She was lying to herself, she had a choice. It’s just that the consequences of the other choices available weren’t something that she could live with.)

Mary glanced back at where her sons were sleeping. She’d left the cameras installed after Warren had left out of reflex. If it took longer than they’d initially predicted then he’d still be able to watch over his family even if he couldn’t be there in person. The fact that she now needed to use them for the same purpose was not reassuring.

“Maybe I should have left this to Al to take care of like he offered,” she murmured to herself as her youngest rolled over in bed, his face scrunching up.

Matt was likely having a nightmare, again. And she wasn’t there to sooth him through it should it actually wake him up this time. She’d likely not be there in the morning either.

It broke her heart to know that she was losing both her sons so slowly, but as Warren had said when they’d first separated, if they would live to grow up then the price was worth it.

Forever Grateful

Focusing on my own life
Or should I cast aside myself for another?
Really, I am not the first to wonder,
Even now, others ask this same question.
Vain thoughts and wishes crowd my mind,
Each demanding attention, one last plea to be listened to.
Reaching a decision, I step away and towards my chosen path.
Bravery and love know no boundaries.
Gone are the worries of this life,
Relief is my last thought, followed quickly by peace.
At the very least, my family is safe and friends as well.
Taken from life early, but also through choice.
Even though there are those who mourn,
Family and friends will forever remember my final moments.
Untold are the stories of many who choose to
Lose their lives for the sake of others.

Written in honor of those who give their lives in the defense of another, whether those saved are close friends and family or complete strangers.

http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/02/27/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-9-gratitude/

Friends To Lose

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
— William Shakespeare

What happens to the people left behind by those who have greatness in them? When you are great and you have no need for the people who were with you before, what happens to them?

She hadn’t meant to leave them so far behind, it had just happened the further and further up the hierarchy she got. She hadn’t used them as stepping stones, after all, they were practically family to her. They just weren’t with her most of the time anymore.

Maybe it would have been easier if she hadn’t had any friends in the first place to lose…