Desperate times call for desperate measures

I kind of went off the deep end a few days ago.  I’m feeling a bit better now.  We’ll see how it goes from here on out.  I spent about an hour on the phone with my homeopath yesterday.  She’s going to switch my remedy and right now it looks like it will be to Selenium.  It’s very hard for me to ask for help.  I should have called her sooner.

There has been way too much loss in my life this past month and I don’t handle loss well.  I tend to isolate and not having a steady job to go to makes isolation extremely easy.

Working at WalMart this weekend helped to put some things into perspective.  I saw a lot of people who are a whole lot worst off than I am.  Having a job, even just a part-time job makes a difference.  It’s enjoyable learning something new and the people I work with are quite nice.  Very down to earth.  A big difference from what I am used to.

I made my first (well, really second) batch of cheese this week.  The first batch didn’t set so I fed it to Rose (she was very happy to eat my mistake).  I was concerned that the second batch wouldn’t turn out, but it did!  Yea!  It’s draining as I write this.

I spent the morning cooking.  I made curried sweet potato soup (and it is amazing!) and have tomato sauce simmering on the stove which I will use to make lasagna.  Yesterday, while on the phone with my homeopath, she asked me what I wanted to do with my free time.  The only thing I could come up with was train my dogs, which I wasn’t about to go out and do yesterday given how cold it was.  Cooking is what I want to do today and that’s what I’m doing.

In a few minutes I’m going to head out to pick up venison.  Before going there, however, I need to run into WalMart and pick up zip lock bags and a case of beer (payment for the venison).  Muzzle loading season started November 15 so I’ll have an almost unlimited supply of venison for the next few months.

My three dogs, all the cats, the goats (a/k/a the four-legged terrorists) and the sheep are all well.  It’s a darned good thing I have these animals.  If I didn’t, I’m not sure where I’d be today.

On Monday I drove to Statesville to get rabbits.  I brought Gel, Fern and Esme with me.  After I got the rabbits I went over to Home Depot to make a return.  First I brought in just Esme, but that was a bit too much for her.  She was cold and a bit frightened.  I went back out to the car and got Fern and put her in the shopping cart with Esme.  Then she was fine.  Esme is doing wonderfully.

All of the previous entries of this journal are gone.  I suppose I could bring them back, but I think I’m going to look at this time as a new beginning and leave them buried.  As I wrote previously, this journal was originally set as a means to sell the puppies from Fern’s litter.  Then it became a form of competition.  Well, now it’s here as a means to share what I’ve learned via my mistakes.  I make a lot of mistakes, some I learn from, some I do not.  Such is life I think.  Life is very worth living, especially when your life is graced with such wonderful creatures.

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