Self Pity

I've been feeling sorry for myself today. It's a little complicated (or not, maybe) but as soon as I told myself this, which I did, thinking I was being productive in the ending of this pity party, I felt guilty. And that slickened the slide into a worse frame of mind. Someone said to me today that instead of feeling sorry for myself, maybe I was, on another level, being compassionate. Huh. Initially this comment just confused me and as i began to mentally dismiss it as a little, "out there" I paused. Normally this friend has really solid thoughts and ideas. Definitely worth some time to think about it and since I should be washing my windows, I've naturally found time to do something else! So, It's been rolling around in my head collecting bits of this and that and as I roll it off my fingers into cyberspace, this is what I've come up with:
I may not be a starving orphan in a third world, things are still sometimes not fair and sometimes things are just plain sad. So feeling sad isn't out of line. It's just that I'm not very comfortable with being sad. If I were comfortable with it, that would be self pity, hmm?
I guess that's the extent of my profundity, so now to tackle the windows.

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Sunny Sunday Harvest

It is nearing the end of October and it has been such a full month for me. Full like the harvest moon full. One reason has been the weather. It has been so beautiful. Autumn perfect. I think thats why there are two names for this time of year, Fall and Autumn. A regular full moon is great, but a harvest moon is awesome. Fall is great, but when it is awesome it is called Autumn.

This afternoon was an example of the fullness I've been feeling this month. I didn't really do any one thing that was extra special, but one thing after another added up to a, "real fine day". It was a harvest type of day around here. I hauled and forked some hay for my goats - whom I have locked up with a young buck who has come over for a conjugal visit. So far, no dice. Let's just say Julio isn't having A real full fall. Yet. Then I washed the eggs I harvested from my chickens this week. This is the only time of year I can get behind on my eggs.


Then I gathered the beets I'd pulled and cut the tops off for storage. 43 pounds of beets.








Domino and Sarah joined in the harvest too.

Then I went and had a visit with my gramma. Her face lights up and she smiles so big when she sees me - that really fills my heart so full. It is a very deeply layered full. From there I drove down to the river and watched the sun set.


A real fine day.

Arachnid Musings

There is a daddy longlegs in my tub. I am a spider friendly person, usually. My exception lies with house spiders but I will get to that later. As I perched on the throne and watched sir longlegs, a few questions came to mind. The process of said thoughts was as follows, I imagined myself trying to pick up sir l.l. And him escaping and crawling up my arm (I probably have scared some of you away, but if not, please bear with me, it is interesting what I've learned). That image then made me think of what I've heard, many times, that, daddy long legs are the most venomous spiders there are, but their little jaw things are too weak to penetrate human skin. And that thought made me wonder, what do daddy longlegs eat if they have such weak "teeth"? So off I went to google. Isn't it amazing all the ways that search engine has opened up our grammatical horizons? But back to my throne-musings. Or no, not yet - just one more thing: did you know that if you know you are going to be "sitting" for awhile, you can bring your iPad with you and that makes throne time so much more productive, don't you think? Well, I found out that weak teeth or not, sir l.l. Is quite capable of eating. I had assumed that because I had never seen a l.l. In a web, they didn't spin them. Well I was wrong. Huh. They make webs, but they are odd, mismatched and assorted. And they aren't sticky. So instead of the little flies getting stick-stuck, it gets stuck in the craziness of the design. Now aren't you glad you've stuck with ME this far? Obviously my mind(less) wanderings take after sir l.l. But wait, there's more! Daddy longlegs CAN bite humans. As much as I am tempted to end my lecture here, valour compels me to share what else I learned. Daddy longlegs' venom isn't poisonous to humans. Another urban myth. I wish I could create an urban myth. The origins of this myth stem from another little known fact that l.legs like to eat spiders, too. And it has been in the observing of the consumption of deadly venomous spiders that this myth was created. Daddy long legs are devious little critters in that they will go vibrate another spider's web to make them think that they are a caught bug and when the spider comes to eat them, they are then eaten! There you go. I would like to regale you with my feelings toward house spiders, but I suspect that would be just plain boring next to my daddy longlegs account. You are thus spared.

After a Wee Hiatus...

Actually, as I look at it, I don't even know what Hiatus means.  I hope it's not anything bad...Regardless, I'm back.  What have I been doing?  Well....my most fun and happy news is that I have started my own dog grooming business.  Guess what it's called?  Woolly Tails.  It is so much fun!  I have met so many neat people and so many neat-er dogs.  I get to make my own hours, stay home more and do what I really love.  I've still got my sheep and Domino my princely goat and Mordecai the Llama.  I've still got my three nanny goats.  The only additions have been 35 chickens.  Who have started laying eggs this fall.  Need eggs? 

hi·a·tus

 /haɪˈeɪtəs/ Show Spelled[hahy-ey-tuhs]

noun, plural -tus·es, -tus.

1.

a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.

 

 Hmm - doesn't sound to bad!  

Beautiful Brown Eyes...

My youngest niece. Saying cheese with her sweet little lisp. I could melt into her eyes.

Cute Times Three

Both my youngest nieces came over today to help feed Daniel, the orphan lamb. They are both very experienced with bottles.

Don't you just love those little girl gum-boots?!

I should have taken a video - notice Daniel's tail. When they're hitting the jackpot (milk), their tails wiggle around like little propellers.

Goofy Goat

I was getting a new window installed this fall and of course Domino had to check things out. Here he is making sure my house is clean. He gives me reason to chuckle (or grumble) several times each week.