Iivestock

slea head, dingle peninsula, ireland

Saturday morning sometimes I like to sleep in bed past ...oh...7:30 say. But the livestock get restless. John Wayne starts crowing around 4 am but it doesn't bug me til later when I think, just maybe, they are dying for their water. We're still bringing it in these cold nights. Then Hoagy starts in. He needs out. He hasn't peed. It's all about water in or out. So...I put the dog out...I make coffee. Ron has a shower (water again). He puts a wash in. He goes down and brings the dog in and puts the water out and lets the birds free. Then we have a cup of coffee only I'm only having a bit because I'm weaning myself off caffeine again. Time to get serious with my sleeping habits. Maybe I shouldn't watch Cracker before sleeping. Last night I was tormented by thoughts of the horrible duo that were in the show we watched. They were REALLY mean and scary. Those british shows do not hold back. No. At any rate back to the livestock. The chickens are out pretending there is life under the duff so they're good. Two eggs so far... and now it is the dog's turn again. Suffer suffer suffer. I go off with step-dot to the market where we once again have a good ole time then I'm back lying around eating my fave Saturday lunch - fresh sourdough with big hunks of 'darn hot pepperoni'. Ya! And reading the paper which is getting a bit tired to me. I know those Globe & Mail writers must think that all the dear readers they have do nothing but sit around on their fat keesters thinking about the economy and how their lives are ruined - News Flash - some of us aren't really that affected. I don't need to stop eating filet mignon, drinking Dalwhinnie and not buying Manlo Blahniks. I haven't stopped - ok once in awhile with the scotch but not enough to give it up -. Ditto the over-use of the dryer, the always buying a new car - wouldn't dream of it - don't own a dryer. NEVER ever bought a new car or even a 'gently used' car. Only OLD cars.

To get back to the point - the livestock - Hoagy that is - gets so restless when I'm muttering at the paper. He wants his walk. Is he going to get it? Yes - I finally give into his dogged determination and out we go. OH my the world is much nicer than the Globe & Mail. Much.

later with a word count.

He's back...and knackered

Maybe he's getting old - he is eight this year. For he was home after a mere eleven hours of running through the crusted snow. I was downstairs knitting while Ron read when I thought I heard him. Put down my knitting went to the backdoor and there he was. He came in all chagrinned and went right to his bed.

I slept downstairs for various reasons and awoke at three-thirty to see the moon torching in on me. I could lie with my head on my pillow and see her riding the sky through the trees. I gazed at her feeling the moon-madness, that I might get up and wander outside in her light. I thought how it was thought at some time, and perhaps still somewhere, that to lie in the light of the moon was to invite insanity - luna-cy. Well then let me be mad! I knew there was an eclipse at about five but couldn't stay awake any longer...

To she who rides fatly in the night sky

You had to go and wake me up you greedy thing

Desirous of my gaze

I could fill you up with admiration

But you are already so full of sun that you couldn't take one

More drop of golden love.

I'll offer some when you are thin and hungry.

Deal?

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Fooey! Triple Fooey!

My least favourite thing is when Hoagy does a runner and he did. Step-dot was not careful or he has learned how to undo latch - whatever - he is running around the neighbourhood and causing me incredible angst and I have to keep the chickens locked up otherwise they'd be his dinner. Frig it! And it isn't that cold so he could be gone for days. I HATE THIS.

Here is me at two going no-where happily....

I was having a friend and her two year old over for tea and it was so nice and then whammo - we see the dog in the distance.


I saw a rabbit earlier just sitting on the snow in the back forty. Waited until I got the camera and everything. I'm not posting the photo though because I'm too picked about that idiot dog and besides it's quite smallish....

One of step-boy's buds just dropped over and has gone up the hill to try and lure him. Please please please... no luck...

I'll stop now and make myself tea and plan dinner - fish and ??? and calm down and give up and let go - alright?