Hay Fortress – Thankful Thursday

I am tired, sweaty and have slivers in my hands and arms (and clothes), but I am very grateful for the girls next door, because they helped me fortify the hay so that the goats won’t get into it when we have to let them in the backyard to pasture there (and keep the grass trimmed). Normally my sister’s kids would have helped me, but they’re still at school right now (remember, this post was written at least two months ago.)

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Will update link when I have internet again.)

(This post was older than I realized…)

Clouds Rolling

Don’t think about anything

It can’t be because of the mental fugue

Silently wondering when the shadows will pass

Can’t decide which way the winds blowing

Only knowing that everything moves back and forth

Not knowing if it’s even moving, to be honest

Nevermind, thinking about it doesn’t help

Eject one tape and slide in the next

Can’t focus on the film that must be moving

There’s got to be a reason for this feeling.

 

Found this sitting around in my folders.

Waiting is Agony

Listening and not being able to near

As doing so simply causes more distress

Being able to do nothing but wait, can’t even pace

Only hoping that the time will fly

Remembering and shaking head at laughing at others in this state.

 

One of our goats is in the early (very early) stages of giving birth to her long awaited kids and I am suddenly understanding just why many fathers need to have something to do to take their minds off of being useless in the buildup. I can’t even stay close and try and soothe Belle as she’s too jumpy at the moment. I’m the only one at home while the others have to run errands and go to appointments at the moment so I can’t even really work on anything. Just in case I’m needed I need to be able to snap to it and I can’t work in the garden because I might not have the time to clean up if something goes wrong.

I will never mock expectant fathers again.

No. I probably will. I’m like that.

(This is a post that I wrote a month or so ago.)

Why?

For goodness sake!

Like this was ever a problem before!

Only taking out my back

Or making it impossible to do anything useful.

Regret spending so much time sitting on the floor.

 

Have managed to somehow throw out my back by sitting on the laminate flooring downstairs since we don’t have hairs for the family room yet. Not sure how.

(This is actually an old post that I found when going through my files. This happened earlier in the spring. I’m fine now!)

Escape!

Even now I plot my path

So they can surely learn my wrath!

Can’t keep me locked up tight

And spend my time as I like…

Perhaps I’ll forgive them soon,

Especially while I have my own room.

image: Jack, from martha0stout's phone

image: Jack, from martha0stout’s phone

My nephew came downstairs to this view. Jack had escaped his temporary cage and gone to see the girls.

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He doesn’t look in the least bit apologetic. If anything he looks like he’s thinking, “Couldn’t you have left a bigger crack in their roof like mine?”

He can breathe in his little tub, don’t worry. We don’t snap the lids on or anything like that. Doing so would knock his water down anyway.

The poem is just a silly little thing that popped up after I was looking at the pictures again.


I actually found this post when I was going through drafts a while back and realized I hadn’t ever put it up! This was back before we’d been able to get cages for them setup for the first week that we had the rabbits.