Gobble! Gobble!

Happy Turkey Day.  I hope you are enjoying it.  I surely am!  I have my stuffing made and it’s cooling on the back porch.  The turkey is in the sink warming up so I don’t have to stick my hands in a freezing cold bird.  An apple pie and pumpkin pie are in the oven baking.  I have cheese and homemade buttermilk sitting in my small bathroom with a small electric heater in there keeping the temperature at 70 degrees. Goats have been milked, cats, dogs, chickens and ducks are all fed.

All this done and it’s only 8:30.

Now I need to make some breakfast for myself!

Yesterday was a great day.  I got a lot done and it felt good.  I was so busy, I hardly watched any television.

I mentioned before that I have spent the past ten or so Thanksgivings alone.  I cook a whole meal for myself, the dogs (since I’ve had them) and the cats.  You may wonder if it bothers me that I’m spending a holiday that is traditionally spent with family and friends alone.  It doesn’t.  For years I had to (had to) travel with my then boyfriend eight hours from Massachusetts to upstate New York.  The boyfriend drove like a bat out of hell and often drove under the influence.  We went up there to spend the holiday with his family whom he didn’t really get along with.  It was a miserable four or five days.  When that relationship (it lasted seven years) ended, I then vowed that I was going to do what I wanted to do on Thanksgiving.  That was to stay home, cook and relax.  Usually I was working and it was wonderful to have four full days off.  Now that I’ve had a whole lot of days off, I really don’t need to relax, but then again, I do.  Being unemployed is stressful.  I think I need to relax more now than I did when I was working.

Got my first paycheck from WalMart yesterday.  It paid for my Thanksgiving feast.

It’s going to be a lovely day.  I’m going to take the sheep, Rose and goats up to the Christmas Tree Farm for a dry run.  I’m not worried about the sheep or Rose, but I am worried about the goats.  They are likely going to have a fit being taken and left at a strange place.

Those goats give Gel fits.  They challenge him right and left.  I feel sure it has nothing to do with him.  They would challenge any dog.  The only one who doesn’t challenge him is Esmeralda.  She was brought up with a Border Collie/Australian Cattle Dog cross moving them so she has respect for a dog.  The others were not.  When I’m through milking them, they’d all rather follow me into the house instead of going back up in their fenced in area.  I stand at the gate with it opened and they don’t want to leave me.  I ask Gel to walk up on them and he backs them through the gate.  He walks in straight on them and doesn’t back down, which is key.  If he were to back down, they’d know they had the upper hand.  Rotten beasts.  Good thing I like their milk so much.