So Let’s Take the Long Way Home
These images are from a hobby farm we drive by every time we come back from town. They have forty or so itty bitty goats, at which we have to stop and awww. It’s the law. I hadn’t brought my camera out in a long time, but this last weekend I decided I wanted to grab it, so I did. The pictures are terrible. Every single one was awful. I can’t go back in time right now, so they’ll have to do. Maybe I should play with the camera more than once a year. This tiny guy was out on his own, not far from the road. I figured I’d…
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We’ve decided to buy a full refrigerator, or a freezer-less refrigerator if you like that better. Our not-quite-full-size one can no longer handle the amount of produce we’re buying. I’d show you but it’s way out there and I’m way in here, and you really should have asked before I sat down. You’ll just have to trust me. As a kid, I abhorred folding and putting away my clothes. So I’d shove them into any drawer that wasn’t clogged, making it so when you pulled the drawer out later, clothes would spring up like a jack-in-the-box. That’s almost how our fridge is at the moment. We have reached maximum capacity.…
Sunshine Beating on the Good Times
It was early May when I first noticed a scrawny grey cat hobbling around with an injured back leg. He could barely make his way across the yard, each step clearly causing him a lot of pain. There was no way he’d be able to escape if one of the neighboring ranch’s dogs went after him, and they’ve killed a number of their own cats, or if a coyote or wolf caught sight of him. So, I did what anyone who’s me would do; I suggested we trap him. Brian bought a raccoon trap, we baited it with a couple cans of wet cat food, and we waited. That evening it…
I Got Blood on My Hands
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