My view from the milk stool this morning is on this mad world we’re now living in. As I scrolled through Facebook this morning, the lyrics to “Mad World” by Tears for Fears came to mind:
“All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell…”
How appropriate for the times we’re living in. Yesterday was very disconcerting. It was deadline day, which always sucks. I had to talk to a pastor about an event and he disturbed me with his talk. I was faced with several gallons of unsold milk in the refrigerator and I’m about cheesed-out for the time being. Luckily I found a home for the milk. The flies suck. The Roma tomatoes in the garden have developed blossom end rot. The 80% chance of rain which was forecast for yesterday and today went south (literally). We stupidly didn’t set up drip irrigation in garden thinking we could do a combination of sprinklers and hand watering, which isn’t working well enough.
I made the decision to put the goats on what’s called “OAD” or once a day milking. They’ve slowed down considerably on their production, which is normal. I don’t feed them rocket fuel (high protein feed) and they slow down on eating when it’s hot. So I didn’t milk anyone last night and that was a wonderful thing! None of the goats were overly full this morning and I got a sold 2.5 gallons.
Wally McSwain and I made great progress with our oasis up on the hill. We’ve learned a lot and next year we’ll do better.
It seems you can’t turn in any direction without getting hit in the face with some sort of madness. Between COVID and politics, which are traveling quite nicely hand in hand, it’s hard to escape it. If I wasn’t working for the paper, I’d probably unfriend and block a whole lot more than I am now – simply because I don’t want to see it. I want to hide my head.
Until later …