I do not know where this year went. It just flew by. That's what happens, the older you get. I know why, too.
When you're five, you have to wait one fifth of your entire life for the next Christmas. When you're sixty, you only have to wait 1/60th of your life!
Christmas seems to come and go every few months now! This would be okay if I had enough disposable income to invest in my loved ones, but alas... I don't... at least not this year, or last, or the six or seven immediately past. I expect 2012 will be a lot different, but it has been a long, dry spell, pretty much ever since returning to Washington State from California.
But would I go back to re-capture the moolah? Not on your life!
This has been one of the most wonderful nine years of my life. I've reconnected with my sisters, and especially with Jackie and her family. Laurel lives 50 miles away and, like me, owns her own business, so we only see each other about twice a year, but that's still a lot more often than I saw her during the entire 14 years I lived in Hollywood!
I have two goats I love, which wouldn't be the case if I still lived in a condo. I have new friends, a wonderful part-time gig as a nursery supervisor two days a week for a few hours each time, my own business, so little stress it hardly bears mentioning... It's just way cool, all the way around!
A funny thing happened at church last weekend. Jennie was telling the wee ones the biblical story about the sheep and the goats. Of course, all the kids in her class know my goats, so they thought the goats got the raw end of the deal in the story! When Jennie told me about it later, we both laughed. She said, "It didn't go over real well. You should have sheep!"
The goats always got the shaft in biblical days. Remember the "scapegoat"? The one the Israelites placed all their accumulated sins on and then sent out into the desert to be eaten by lions? Exactly! The sheep were shepherded, led, corralled, protected (at least until the day the perfect ones were sacrificed!); the goats just hung out. Oh, well... I'm making up for their rough treatment, big time!
My goats are so spoiled. Whenever I step into the back yard they come screaming down the hill in my direction as fast as they can, bleating for attention. They're "out to here" in goat goodies (carrots, onions, apples, broccoli, whatever I find at the store that's on sale) in addition to hay. They look pregnant, especially Shirley. She's my "worker bee" in the blackberry field. She's still out there looking and nibbling, and there isn't much out there this time of year. Laverne is more selective-- and less wide as a result!
Jackie has my cold now. (Or something worse. She has a really bad sore throat, too, which I didn't have.) She stayed home today and is actually sleeping a lot. (To get Jackie to lie down during the day is usually a miracle. She cannot seem to sit still at any time, unless she's collapsed and exhausted at day's end.) Poor thing... She has a big gig she's responsible for next weekend, too, so I hope she gets over what she has a whole lot sooner than I'm getting over what I have. It was nasty... I'm almost recovered now, but it has taken--what, two weeks? At least!
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