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Topic for today on WNDN is homemade bathroom supplies. Enjoy.

Hope everyone had a good weekend. I will be back on Monday with some talk. And I know I missed this Friday's project, I will write about it this coming week, and push another project this Friday.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Christmas Goose

No this is not on how to cook a goose. You want to read this post I wrote if you want a recipe on roast goose.

Yesterday, late afternoon, I went out to check my mail, suddenly I heard a car horn blaring. I look over and my horse neighbors truck is flying toward me, her hands waving frantically and he was honking the horn. Of course I thought something was wrong. She hoped out of the truck, smiling, hey wait she yelled at me. He got out of the truck on the other side, in his hands was an adult goose.

You want me to butcher that for you?

Yes, that was my first thought, and yes I did say it out loud. But no, that isn't what they want. They had found her in a ditch. They say her when they left, and she was still there when they came back. It looks as though she has been attacked, but the few wounds have already began to heal. She has a few broken wings feather, but not enough to keep her from getting about 10 feet into the air. And she is blind in one eye.

I ran around in the cold yesterday, setting up a place for her in a separate pen. The horse neighbor suggested placing her with my chickens, and I told him no. I know nothing about this bird, and geese do tend to kill small chickens. She get her own pen.

Right now she is curled up in fresh hay inside of a doghouse. She walked right in, I didn't have to force her. She behaves as though she has been held before, so I am thinking a domestic goose on the run. She looks like a Graylag, but more than likely a descendant of them, a Toulouse.

I won't be around the next few days. I will post on Saturday over on WNDN. Today we make cookies for Santa, get letters written and burned, and wrap a few presents for my side of the family. The next 3 days will be full of family.

I hope everyone has A Merry Christmas, or have a wonderful Thursday! We all deserve at least one great Thursday in our lives.

It's a Wonderful Life

This weekend a man and his wife, people I knew through my oldest son's boyscout phase, came to visit. The man retired from the BSA last year, I don't really remember what he was, but he was the one that played the bugle. His wife is a den mother for the youngest of boy scouts. They are wonderful people, and I have never heard a bad word about them.

Saturday they came out. A month ago, I had ran into them at the local grocery. They asked if my middle son would be joining scouts. I told them what happened, and that we just couldn't afford the fees right now. My middle child wants to be a scout, just not feasible.

They showed up in my driveway wit some gifts for us. Homemade pumpkin bread, apple butter and a honey ham. I was surprised. The man informed me that when he was a child, he was very poor. Their Christmas tree was from his class room at school. He was allowed to take it home at break. He then told me when he got into college and became successful he was ecstatic that he was now in a position to help others. Soon he discovered that people that are in need, don't necessarily want to work for the help. He said that he could see that we work hard, we are willing to work. He then told me that all of my middle son's fees would be waived. I just had to get him to the meetings. Talk about me tearing up.

I told my oldest son that this is the best Christmas ever, he just doesn't realize yet. He will, they all will some day.

It is hard not to sink into a depression however. I know to some this might sound like I am being ungrateful. But really it isn't. I have never experienced this, people coming out of the wood work to help me and my family. I have been thinking of it as Karma. All the years I have done the Blogathon (those that missed it this year, it was canceled) staying up blogging for 24 hours straight raising money for Farm Aid. The years I spent handing out food, growing food, giving people a second chance that didn't always deserve it. ha! My husband no longer thinks that he should become a bad guy. He has been spat on by people he had tried to help for so many years, that he was tired of being a good guy. He will stay the good guy I simply adore.

I promise, no more mushy talk tomorrow, back to homesteading everybody.