How was your day hon?
nothing different. Hand me the peas. Thanks. Jonnie, stop that. I am sure your sister doesn't like peas in her ears. No not up her nose either. Just sit down and eat.. . . mmmm. . . you know that blog I have been reading? A Homesteading Neophyte?
umm. . . that the one with that odd girl fee-lynne.
Fay-lynne, and yes.
What about it?
You should have seen her post today. It was rather disturbing.
Did she talk about butchering an animal again.
No not really. She is odd, I'm not sure why I even read it. I have this romantic vision of homesteading, and then she goes and says things like she did today.
She said that it was really cold yesterday.
It was freezing here.
Would you let me tell the story. She went out to milk, and her fingers were sticking to the metal of the gates, her skin came off! I just can't imagine that this is what homesteading really is.
That it? She'll be fine.
I wasn't done. Here let me get that. ok, anyways. Her goat died, and well, yesterday in twenty below windchill, she sheared the goat. It was dead, and frozen. Can you imagine. It just doesn't seem right.
Why would she shear a dead goat?
It's nasty. She said something about practice and that the hair in the middle was fine, it was the either ends that had the dog damage. She didn't cut those. She said it was hard to do, emotionally, but it was part of the life. She would have cried if her eyes weren't frozen.
hummm. . .
She scares me.