one sixty. seems important. and it continues a little odd. things happening for people. Here and There, changes. i just hung up from Nurse Cindy at the Old Folks Home where Alz B is and she has been offered a job elsewhere. so...it was a kind of Looking conversation, of where she IS, where she might Go and we are relatively New to one another, but also, there is the Recognition of the Familiar.
Cindy speaks of ....God....and she knows that i speak of the....god thing....but we allow for the differences and look for the similarities and we are Good with it. She will try to come tomorrow to help me castrate the little bucks. and i know she will, if at all humanly possible.
Today there was 4 significant storms. one on the heels of the other with short pause inbetween. This made for miserable sad Goats. their Hay, soggy. sad. miserable. and the way sad miserable Goats express their sad miserableness is with repetative blah blah blahs and this made me wish in the moment that i could say something to them, Loud, like to the dogs, and even Tazmeena the cat that would make them be
quiet.
but...Goats, no. Bleah Bleah Bleah. all day. i'm glad it's dark. maybe tomorrow will be different? maybe not. who knows.
and the cloth on the cloth line yesterday, dry, inside, ....a very significant difference. so, Looking.
and i wrapped some cloth with wire. in this case, baling wire and a little copper wire, which there is in abundance around here and made even a "tool" of it to retrieve the cloth from the depths of the vat. felt quite accomplished by this.
and these. from the vats....the canning pots, not caste iron, ... look at the difference. lacking the iron mordant. so tomorrow i'll put some of the SAME cloth in an alluminum pot and see what happens. I feel very scientific.
