“What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65… and you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life?” ~~~~~~~~~~ Anne Lamott I never considered myself much of a people
Until later …
I think I am going to take a vow of silence with anyone but Wally … but I cannot do that because I need to communicate minimally with the farm’s customers. My sharp tongue gets me in way too much trouble and
This is Jack. Wally said that I needed to use Photoshop to make fire coming out of his mouth. Jack is full of himself. He desperately wants something to do, but he is so rambunctious that it’s hard to give him anything
Shoot! No real excuse except that I bit off more than I could chew on a project and I got “in the weeds” on it. It is a presentation due this morning on a photographer that I very much admire, Walker Evans.
“There was another life I might have had, but I am having this one.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kazuo Ishiguro Wally and I comment a lot about “falling off the turnip truck.” We wonder why those around us have so much when we have so
Wally and I had a pretty easy day today. We did not do anything too terribly strenuous except for cleaning out several rabbit tractors and moving two groups of rabbits into clean tractors. We have decided to put a portion of the
Yesterday was not so great, primarily because of damned Moon. I don’t know what triggers her craziness, but when it comes on, it’s a PITA to deal with. Gel suffered badly after his tangle with her. He’s finally starting to show improvement.
Saw the sun yesterday. It was a beautiful thing and very uplifting. Before the sun came out, however, Moon got difficult again. The fire breathing Border Collie (Jack) was of NO USE. We keep hoping that we will find another dog to
I had to haul Morris (our UTV mule) to the shop yesterday morning. Poor old Yoda (my Toyota pick-up), has only four cylinders and it’s pretty hilly getting to Lincolnton from where we live. He complained the whole way about hauling Morris.