That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday Morning

I spent the last few days at my mother's house in the city. She was having a garage sale, and I hung out to keep her company. The sale went horribly, hardly anyone came around. She made a few dollars anyway.

Someone decided that my mother had a potty mouth. My friend Hooter had come over and we were all talking in the kitchen. Mom got down a glass, got some Ice and filled her glass with some pop. I really don't recall the conversation at the time, because suddenly my mother was spitting the pop out into the sink. I asked her what was wrong. Turns out someone had filled the pop bottle with soap! Hooter and I couldn't stop laughing for a very long time. My side still hurts just retelling this.

Mom had a sad story to tell as well. She and her husband were at a McNasty's having lunch when a man walked in. He went straight for the trash can. He pulled out some fries and went outside. Mom and stepfather were talking about him a bit. He hadn't approached anyone in the restaurant about food. Mom looked around, and saw him on the sidewalk, he had found a partial cigarette and was smoking it. When he finished, he came back into the restaurant and went through the trash again. This time he pulled out some more food and a bit of something to drink, then sat down at a table. My stepfather approached him, and asked if he wanted a meal. The man looked at my stepfather (and this is when my mother starts crying in the story) I will be honest, he tells my stepdad. I have twenty dollars in my pocket. It is all I have left. I have lost everything, and I am scared to spend the last of y money. Stepfather didn't care, told him to come on, he will buy him a meal. They got to the counter, and stepfather told him to order what he wanted. The man never once asked anyone for any money in the restaurant.

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In other news, the garden is doing well. Harvesting a bunch of peas, making jellies, growing the best grass this side of Kansas! Weeds. . . gggrrrr. . .

We have a date set to move cattle, 4th of July. How fun will that be? Not like I have a few other things I have to do that day.

oh and yeah You want to tick me off? Then pull this one on me. Neighbor across the way called. We made a deal that I could exchange some labor for a few sheep well she reneged on that offer. Instead I get a phone call, I am handing the care of all the animals over to you. WHAT!?! I don't have room for them here yet, not until the cattle are moved. There is no power at the house across the way, so I have to lug water over there. I am livid that she would do this. She is being neglectful and putting me in a bad position. Husband and I are slowly moving the animals over, so that we don't have to keep doing this all the time, dragging water and feed over twice a day.

Does anyone know a good way to move a ignored and neglected donkey? You put a bridle on her and she freezes. She was trained when they got her, and they never did any work with her after that.

A couple of the woolies are males, too many males. So looks like soon I will be posting a How to butcher your Lambs.