no matter how it goes, now, Everything is Good.
Travis came by late afternoon. He'd slept a lot of the day. Good. He came just to talk. Catch up. Make plans for tomorrow.
and i'll just tell it how i remember the conversation, in no particular order
He told me that it was difficult when they arrived. He didn't understand the canal road and the road into the Hill, that they were beginning to unload the truck when a vehicle came and wanted to go through and they were in the way with no hope of trying to back up. The person in the Wanting To Go Through Vehicle got out and ended up helping them do what needed to be done. My guess is it was Jenny's neighbor who 1. is nosey but 2. keeps an Eye out. He said the exchange was good. Not much, but congenial.
He told me that he dropped one of the bolts when reconnecting the drive shaft. I knew that already. Am good at "seeing things". I knew they would drop a bolt in the dark. He and Everett looked/felt for an hour...it was dark by then, but no. He will get the bolts and we will take them and he will do it right.
He told me that it's a Hill, yes, but a HILL. He said it's not a hill, grace, it's a mountain. He thinks they will have a lot of trouble with the road up. He thinks he knows what to do to correct that. He said he would come and do it. Any time. He can talk to Jenny about that. I told him how they had made French Drains and he was very happy about that.
He brought me my phone.
He said that anyone would know that Jenny and I are the same. That we look exactly alike.
He said that leaving they stopped at that little Mom and Pop store/gas station, that i have said me and the kids can ride bikes to. He said it's a GREAT place that their gas prices were the best, that they had GREAT fried chicken and other things (Jenny says chili) a very cool deli and were very friendly. He said You will love it grace. It's perfect for you. That there were a bunch of young hippies at the store with dread locks and a woman and her mixed young daughter that had a .........something hair do, can't remember the name, but it brings the picture of some kind of bursting upward fountain from her head, and just next door a thrift shop and just as they were leaving town, Oroville, 2 other thriftshops. Just within a couple miles.
He was so full of Cheer about it all. And our lovingly crunchy moments here* were informative and good because he said...." you can say no. if you don't want to" and told me how we could use the originally planned flatbed and avoid the Uhaul altogether and i felt totally comfortable saying that it would be a great plan but that i needed to do the UHaul thing, first for peace of mind and second to honor the thing between Bill and me.
and then we went out so i could feed the Goats and i told him how i'd thought that maybe if it seemed like too many to transport safely, that i was thinking of asking my dog training friend Jan to find someone who might want Sunny Ray for breeding....and Travis said that since he has been around here, these Goats, he knows he Wants Goats, and i know that Everett does, he talks about it every time, the ninja babies, and we actually Talked about that, that he could Keep Sunny Ray and his friend Jack Flash....How i'd just wanted Jenny to SEE Gideon's son, but how it's really not practical to have 3 intact bucks. How the bucks become miserable if not able to "do their work", as Sunny Ray is becoming...and suddenly what was heartache has become something else entirely. It's up to Jenny. It Still is HER herd. But we have Cinderella, sister of Sunny Ray, daughter of Gideon. She is the result we work toward, an excellent Dairy Goat...continuing.
So...all the above. We are still set to GO Saturday or Sunday. We'll see. So many pieces need to fall into place.
But just this much. Today. Good Enough.
they are close to Burn Out.
but this just came from Alyssia. She tied Emrie to a tree, so E could watch her as she worked.
This is Emrie's world. Julian and Emrie's, but through the matriarchal line, Julian through Emrie.
whichever of them or Both. that will be up to them. 4 generations. 3 yet to be born.