Good morning! Another lovely day
out. There are some clouds today but the temperature is nice and the humidity
is currently tolerable. And I really need to go milk a goat so I’ll be back. I
am back. The temperature is nice, the humidity is currently tolerable but the
bugs are awful. May is bug month in Massachusetts and I do not like it.
And, just by the way, I need
Laura. (Laura, do you feel loved and wanted?) She told me when she was little
(before Daniel was born) that when she grew up and got married and had babies
she would move away but only so far that she could walk to my house every day.
I’m sure Cedric will suffice for the job that needs doing currently (castrating
baby goats) but sometimes I need someone a bit larger. Daniel would do quite
well but I think we all know why that won’t work.
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| The ice-cream cake (from Joanna). |
And, by the way, I hope all of
you mothers and prospective mothers out there had a perfectly wonderful
Mother’s Day. Mine was tolerably good. Really, that’s a bit of an
understatement in many ways but this is me speaking so it’s what you’re going
to get. I got a black scarf threaded through with silver threads, The Natural Pregnancy Book by Aviva Jill
Romm, We are all Water Babies by
Jessica Johnson and Michel Odent, a pretty little bouquet, a bag of peanut
M&Ms, an ice-cream cake, a card that Seth drew, a bracelet, an X-men
Squinky (it’s the guy Samuel Jackson plays), and an eraser. And a phone call.
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| The flowers (also from Joanna). |
During the last ten minutes of
church, the YW went in with the Relief Society to practice the song that we’ll
be singing next week for Ward Conference. It is called “Each Life That Touches
Ours for Good.”
1. Each life that touches ours
for good
Reflects thine own great mercy,
Lord;
Thou sendest blessings from
above
Thru words and deeds of those
who love.
2. What greater gift dost thou
bestow,
What greater goodness can we
know
Than Christlike friends, whose
gentle ways
Strengthen our faith, enrich our
days.
3. When such a friend from us
departs,
We hold forever in our hearts
A sweet and hallowed memory,
Bringing us nearer, Lord, to
thee.
4. For worthy friends whose
lives proclaim
Devotion to the Savior's name,
Who bless our days with peace
and love,
We praise thy goodness, Lord,
above.
Text: Karen Lynn Davidson, b.
1943. © 1985 IRI
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| Kitty loving her black baby. |
We did not and are not going to
sing the 3rd verse but this is the last song that I sang in the Etna
Ward before we moved to New Mexico and with words like that on Mother’s Day, it’s
hard not to think of children who are not here and will not be calling on the
phone and cannot be contacted via mail, phone, email, Skype, etc. And of
course, sometimes when we are thinking of such things, the ability to sing
leaves and the feminine side of grief exhibits itself in tears that want to
spill. I am not sure I will be able to sing it next week. We shall see.
Speaking of Skype, I have it on
my tablet so if anyone wants to, we have the capapbility.
Amena got off with no problems
this morning. The boys are all outside waiting for the school bus. Cedric has
been busy with the camera taking videos of the kittens. I just spent a good twenty minutes looking at
said videos. There are several taken over the course of the past few days;
mostly of the kittens, one of the kids but they were asleep so it’s not very
exciting.
The boys got off with no mishaps
other than Seth not being able to find his fraction mobile. He didn’t remember
where he’d left it and thought it was outside. I thought he might have brought
it back inside but a quick look didn’t find it in either place and he needed to
get out to the bus. I found it on the counter not five minutes after they left.
Now it’s on the table by me with his name written on the bag. If Paul can drop
it off on his way to work I’ll have him do that, if not, I’ll take it as soon
as I get dressed. Or at least change my shirt and do something with my hair.
Saturday the boys helped clean
out the goat pen. They took out all the twigs, branches, and old Christmas
trees that were in it. We did leave one Christmas tree because they like to rub
their heads on it. Then Seth and Joseph put most of the lilacs that I’d pulled
up from in front of the screen house in the pen. Libby loved the leaves. We
didn’t do much in the way of getting old hay out but Cedric did take one load
to the garden and I filled the cart up again. Amena cleared off the counter in
the kitchen. Paul cut down some trees at the bottom of the hill down by Daniel’s
grave. He’s going to clear an area there that mostly has some brush and isn’t
very pretty. He was exhibiting the masculine side of grief in ‘doing’. It’s
pretty cool.
Today is one of those days I had
so many things I wanted to talk about and now I can remember only one. And that
is goats. I actually got the Kindle version of one of the goat books I wanted.
One of the things on my to-do list for today is double checking weaning in it.
I looked at the section on bucks the other day which is why I’ve decided we
really don’t want bucks right now. I really do want milk, though, and kids
drinking all they want is not conducive to my having all that I want. They’re
barely more than a week old at this point, though, so it will still be a few
weeks before they are done.
Since I can’t think of anything
else exciting, I will bid you good day. Have a fantastic one!
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