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Feeling Quiet
where is the bucolic life?
I am ready for life in the country to become peaceful and non-eventful and bucolic. In fact, just our usual level of chaos would be welcome if I just felt better.
Shelby and I came home from Regionals with a truly horrific virus, complete with rash, fever, green snot, and stuff pouring out of all available orifices. It is NOT a good time. Tabby did not get it and is staying at her grandmother's house.
My promised milk goat arrived in the middle of this, and I dragged myself out to the barn to milk her. I had managed to coax her up on the very fine wooden milking stand my dear husband had built for me when Shelby announced that Ladies Are Here.
The Bookmobile had arrived. In my illness, I had forgotten. Shelby was wearing two different shoes, different socks, and her hair had not been brushed in two days. I looked just peachy keen with my own ensemble.
We did get our books (I stayed outside most of the time to avoid spreading pestilence and disease), and enjoyed our neighbors, who arrived to check out books.
Unfortunately, tragedy then struck. Their dog cornered one of our farm cats under the porch and was shaking it. Their other dog joined in, and then Delilah even had attacked the poor thing. The mothers were all screaming and running at the dogs, I got the poor little Dwarf away from them. He sunk his teeth very deeply into my left index finger and then my breast. The other mom was badly scratched as well.
When we got Dwarf inside, it became apparent that he was not going to survive. He was bleeding from both his rectum and his eyes and his back was broken. The vet is almost thirty or forty minutes away. They took him home and shot him for us, since I could not stand to have him suffer any more.
It has been quite a sharp learning curve here in the country.
That night my hand swelled up to truly alarming proportions. I called my doctor, who wanted me to go the the ER, but I was too sick to drive and Dave was already at work. Fortunately, we had Keflex in the house and two days later it is beginning to shrink.
Of course, milking one handed and feverish is not fun.
Then the new goats escaped and I had to spend a few feverish hours driving around before they were discovered a few miles away.
I drove home one handed, with two large dairy goats riding in the van. They like to stick their heads out of the windows like dogs do.
I need some sleep!
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oh....country life can be just as hectic as city life, I found!!!
feel better!!!
Becky -
not an easy life, but my friend it's your life!!! hope things have quieted down. rose
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Oh my gosh... You have NO idea how bad I feel for you right now. You and the girls have been through so much since you moved. I'm left speechless and shaking my head, but you can't see that in a comment. *hugs*
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You've had a time! I hope things get better for you soon! Praying for you!!
Love,
Kathi
6/5/08 10:25 AM
xoxo