This Week at Iten's Acres:
Old Man Winter showed up right on cue. Blustering. Spent a night and a day moaning and howling in the tops of the trees. I love it, but he probably has a sore throat today. Produced a flurry of activity, too. Enough to cover the tundra with a bit of a warm blanket. Love walking in a snowfall. A beautiful cold. Hey, if it stays cold, maybe a white Christmas?
As I walked the Acres not much evidence of creatures out and about. Well, Bonnie's tracks in the snow--but she was still in them. My how she loves winter. If a dog can dance for joy, Bonnie is a dancer extraordinaire. Maybe snow is the canine equivalent of catnip? Anyway, no other tracks in the snow, not even in the wild area. The wild creatures are lying low--tamed by the Old Man.
Snow Plow 1 Mail Box 0. Even the brick in the box didn't help. Back to the duct tape, I reckon.
"Homesteader" is now an official appellation. I took her to the vet for some shots, and they made me fill out paperwork. "Pet's Name," right at the top. Then, "Owner's Name." I guess I know my place in the universe now. Dennis let me borrow a cage to carry her. After she tried every side and determined there was no way out, she sat down and gave herself a bath. Had to look sharp for the vet I guess. Yes, she charmed the female assistant and the female veterinarian. Gentlemen. It's a ladies' world. We have no chance. Powerless. Accept it. I'm surprised they didn't give me the shots. Oh, and she has a new perch: the back of Mom's chair. A man's home is his place to be a vassal. Sigh.
Dennis has had to put hay out for his menagerie. They love the snow. Well, at least the alpaca loves the snow. But you've got to eat. He supplements the hay with some feed of some sort. Dennis is a spoiler. One of the things that makes him a good man and a good neighbor.
I think I'm going to become Amish/Mennonite. Just for a little while. Until I can get me a couple of those cool hats. A gang of them showed up at Wendy's. Love those hats! By the way, the only reason I'm eating at fast food places is because the Grill and Chill closes down for the winter. Thus, I have to settle for tepid, old fast food instead of the hot comfort food of the G and C. I'm thinking of suing. How dare they take three months off! I wish I had had a job, before I temporarily retired, where I could have had three months off . . . Oh, I forgot. I was a teacher in my past life, eh? But still, their closing affects ME negatively. And they didn't even ask me if they could take time off. Probably down in Florida or somewhere basking in the sun. Hope they get burned. Me, bitter? Huh. How dare they leave me in the lunch--I mean lurch.
Man, a tough week on the old homestead. I am so persecuted! So, so persecuted.
Old Man Winter showed up right on cue. Blustering. Spent a night and a day moaning and howling in the tops of the trees. I love it, but he probably has a sore throat today. Produced a flurry of activity, too. Enough to cover the tundra with a bit of a warm blanket. Love walking in a snowfall. A beautiful cold. Hey, if it stays cold, maybe a white Christmas?
As I walked the Acres not much evidence of creatures out and about. Well, Bonnie's tracks in the snow--but she was still in them. My how she loves winter. If a dog can dance for joy, Bonnie is a dancer extraordinaire. Maybe snow is the canine equivalent of catnip? Anyway, no other tracks in the snow, not even in the wild area. The wild creatures are lying low--tamed by the Old Man.
Snow Plow 1 Mail Box 0. Even the brick in the box didn't help. Back to the duct tape, I reckon.
"Homesteader" is now an official appellation. I took her to the vet for some shots, and they made me fill out paperwork. "Pet's Name," right at the top. Then, "Owner's Name." I guess I know my place in the universe now. Dennis let me borrow a cage to carry her. After she tried every side and determined there was no way out, she sat down and gave herself a bath. Had to look sharp for the vet I guess. Yes, she charmed the female assistant and the female veterinarian. Gentlemen. It's a ladies' world. We have no chance. Powerless. Accept it. I'm surprised they didn't give me the shots. Oh, and she has a new perch: the back of Mom's chair. A man's home is his place to be a vassal. Sigh.
Dennis has had to put hay out for his menagerie. They love the snow. Well, at least the alpaca loves the snow. But you've got to eat. He supplements the hay with some feed of some sort. Dennis is a spoiler. One of the things that makes him a good man and a good neighbor.
I think I'm going to become Amish/Mennonite. Just for a little while. Until I can get me a couple of those cool hats. A gang of them showed up at Wendy's. Love those hats! By the way, the only reason I'm eating at fast food places is because the Grill and Chill closes down for the winter. Thus, I have to settle for tepid, old fast food instead of the hot comfort food of the G and C. I'm thinking of suing. How dare they take three months off! I wish I had had a job, before I temporarily retired, where I could have had three months off . . . Oh, I forgot. I was a teacher in my past life, eh? But still, their closing affects ME negatively. And they didn't even ask me if they could take time off. Probably down in Florida or somewhere basking in the sun. Hope they get burned. Me, bitter? Huh. How dare they leave me in the lunch--I mean lurch.
Man, a tough week on the old homestead. I am so persecuted! So, so persecuted.
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