If I had wanted to be born in England, I would have. But no, someone has decided that Washington is England with misty soggy moors, and without the nice heather. Instead we have Scotch Broom. Close enough.
Sun, where are you?
You are shiny and bright.
You make the barn light. (so I can see what I'm eating)
You brighten my mood.
Rain is just rude. (and drippy)
Coming back would be fine.
Outdoors I would dine.
Not inside with Alpine.
Please??? Pretty please with a Peanut on top? (Which ought to be an indication of just how much I MISS you.)
Okay.
Several Peanuts then.
Oy.
Life goes on amidst change. Finding the laughter one day at a time...
Monday, May 27, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
A Re-PORT-torial
The scheduled de-port-ation went off without a hitch. The Goatmother bounced out to the goat barn before I even had my eyes open, which was very nons-port-ing of her, if you ask me. But I suppose it was im-port-ant that she show up on time. I mean as op-port-tunistic as some doctors are, they might just go ahead without her. That would certainly never do.
So no lifting or such like for at least five days. This has meant that we goats have had to endure the port-entous attentions of the Goatfather since it is a well-known fact that taking care of goats is in no way even remotely related to any activity that could possibly port-ray the lure of a computer. No. I'm afraid goat-keeping is very low-tech.
At any rate, we are surviving even though port-ions have been rather slack in the Goatmother's absence. But that's okay. I'm sure she'll make up for it once we re-port our evident lack to her.
Now, then. I'm sure you are all wondering about the appearance of any new Super Powers. I can honestly say that none have been pur-port-ed to have appeared. As yet. I say 'as yet' because I am quite certain something s-port-ive will soon present itself. Perhaps it will be something exciting like tele-port-ation or maybe something in the trans-port-ation line. Although I have to admit I'm not too keen on the later as that might mean more trips to the vet somewhere along the way.
Anyway, in the meantime, we will do our very best to sup-port the Goatmother in any way possible. We are nothing if not accommodating around here. Goats are SUCH good s-ports. Or hadn't you noticed?
So no lifting or such like for at least five days. This has meant that we goats have had to endure the port-entous attentions of the Goatfather since it is a well-known fact that taking care of goats is in no way even remotely related to any activity that could possibly port-ray the lure of a computer. No. I'm afraid goat-keeping is very low-tech.
At any rate, we are surviving even though port-ions have been rather slack in the Goatmother's absence. But that's okay. I'm sure she'll make up for it once we re-port our evident lack to her.
Now, then. I'm sure you are all wondering about the appearance of any new Super Powers. I can honestly say that none have been pur-port-ed to have appeared. As yet. I say 'as yet' because I am quite certain something s-port-ive will soon present itself. Perhaps it will be something exciting like tele-port-ation or maybe something in the trans-port-ation line. Although I have to admit I'm not too keen on the later as that might mean more trips to the vet somewhere along the way.
Anyway, in the meantime, we will do our very best to sup-port the Goatmother in any way possible. We are nothing if not accommodating around here. Goats are SUCH good s-ports. Or hadn't you noticed?
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