Yesterday morning I was able to milk three (and a little bit of the fourth) goat without a foot ending up in the bucket. The fourth goat is hard to milk due to short teats and since she’s still got twins on her, I do not worry about milking her out. I got almost a gallon of milk for the people. I got more than a gallon from the three goats: the rest went to feed two bucklings two meals. That was an accomplishment because the does have been very fussy on the milk stand. None of them have been milked with any regularity. I have bruises on my wrists from knocking feet out of the way of the bucket. I play it safe, when I have a good bit of milk in the bucket, I get up and pour it through the filter so that if I have a knocked over bucket, at least it will not be the whole bucket.
The accomplishment of finishing a milking without a foot in the bucket made me remember the day I went to interview at Mellow Mushroom. It seems like a lifetime ago. On the application they asked us to name one good thing that happened that day. I wrote that I was able to get through milking without a goat putting a foot in the bucket. They thought that was hysterical. I’m sure none of them have ever, will never, have to milk a cow or a goat in their lifetimes. It is a lost art.
This semester’s portfolio project is kicking my butt. The lighting challenges are killing me. It is only going to be partly sunny today and then for next week, just Tuesday is going to have sun. I need to learn to photograph in cloudy, rainy weather and get proper exposures. The holes in my photography knowledge are showing big time. I now know why people like working in the studio so much because you can control the light. You cannot control it when it is natural light, you can only make do. I am going to a farm this morning and hope that I am able to get some usable images. I went to a goat dairy last night and it was a bust. Irritating!
I am so glad I turned off the comments to this journal. An evil individual was leaving rotten comments on a very frequent basis. I know who he is even though he writes under an assumed name. I learn the tone of an individual’s language quite well. It is a blessing to log on to this journal without seeing his comments. I am sorry to those of who that wrote kind and encouraging comments. I know there are people out there who are enjoying reading through my challenges and triumphs.
Samuel Beckett wrote, “Every tired, ever failed … No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” I have never been afraid of admitting my failures, which are many. I pick myself up and try again. I am not afraid to think outside the box and will continue to do so. I know I am making some difference in this world, albeit a very small one.
“I have to get lost so I can invent some way out.”
Until later …