Was telling someone yesterday how our buck (rabbit) had choked on a piece of carrot and died. She said, "That's nothing. We had a thirsty goose who went after some water in a tall bucket, fell in head first, and drowned.
Yesterday I spent the day with patent agent hat on. Today I will be a woodworker. We are making a cubbyhole-type bookcase unit to house shoes on our side porch. If we've been in the chicken coop and like places, we try not to track that in the house. The current situation (throw your shoes anywhere) is okay in the winter, cause if they pushed off the porch you can find them in the barren ground. But in the summer, the 4 o'clocks are so full, you don't know what you will find if you go searching in the bushes. (We don't have chickens at the moment, but are getting ready to try them again.
Read the following poem this morning (couldn't link to it properly, but it is from Long-Skirts- am sure she won't mind me reproducing the whole thing):
BEER
My cup runneth over
With debts and big bills.
My cup runneth over…
Insurmountable hills.
My cup runneth over
With worries and fear –
Dear Lord, no more cups -
Just a cold mug of beer!
Got some work to do (shipping a couple books) before the sun properly rises.
Oremus pro invicem!
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