THOSE People

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I love livin’ on a dirt road. I really do.

Sure, it has its disadvantages. Things get pretty dusty in the summer. You’re the last ones to see a snowplow in the winter. And no matter what time of year, it’s dang near impossible to keep your car clean.

(It’s a good thing both our vehicles are white…)

But, as with most things rural, the pros definitely outweigh the cons. Continue reading “THOSE People”

The Stuff That Covers Me

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Why is it that so many of my stories take place during the wee hours of the morning?

I swear, this blog is starting to sound like a broken record, and I apologize for that.

Nevertheless…

I found myself (once again) peeling off my dirty clothes, brushing my teeth, and stumbling sleepily through the rest of my bedtime routine — while those ominous red numbers on my nightstand alarm clock ticked closer and closer to 1:00AM. Continue reading “The Stuff That Covers Me”

The Routine

I’m standing in the kitchen, stifling a yawn and rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the timer on the microwave counts slowly down to zero…

When it’s finished, I open the door and remove its contents: a little yogurt cup filled with (now) warm, soapy water. Then, using my free hand, I pick up a recycled pickle jar, a well-worn clear plastic cup (the kind most people just chuck in the garbage), and head out the door.

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Continue reading “The Routine”

MORE Goat Drama

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Can I just start by saying that I HATE drama?

Really. I do.

I’m definitely more of a “peace-and-quiet-and-good-tilled-earth” kinda guy. I bend over backwards to avoid unnecessary drama in the workplace. I do everything I can to reduce drama in family interactions. Heck, I don’t even watch television or movies all that often because I can’t stand the drama!

It seems like I’m always going out of my way to rid my life of excess drama, and then what do I do?

I go out and buy some flippin’ goats — and bring in more drama than I could have ever possibly imagined! Continue reading “MORE Goat Drama”

Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye…

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It’s no secret. I love having a proud old rooster strutting around our place.

I love his ancient code of chivalry; the way he’ll lay down his life for his hens, fighting against insurmountable odds; the way he’ll scratch up a fat earthworm and then call: “chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck” — until all of the ladies have had a chance at it. Heck, I don’t even mind his incessant crowing…

(Oh, who am I kidding? I LOVE the crowing! I haven’t had to wake up to an alarm clock in years!)

Plain and simple, I love roosters. Especially our rooster, Quiquiriquí — “Ricky,” for short.

Our little homestead just wouldn’t be the same without him. Continue reading “Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye…”