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OCD nightmare

All three goats were alive this morning so they must have figured out how to survive together overnight in the same space. Dolly ran outside as soon as the door was open and even grain wasn't enough to get her back in that confined space with Stella. I figure that will eventually change.

I ran out of steam today. Around 3:30 my body decided it wouldn't do One. More. Load.
After feeding the critters this morning I went to work on the compost bins. I emptied the one on the right and took its contents down to the raised beds. Then I transferred the contents of the bin on the left into the now-empty bin on the right, flipping it in the process. Now we'll start filling that left bin while the right one "cooks." Next spring I repeat the process.
With a goat barn and a chicken coop I have lots of compost material. The kitchen scraps are just icing.

That compost is heavy! By 12:30 I had it all moved and was more than ready for lunch. OK, there was a brief nap, too.

But that was interrupted by a BIG truck delivering three cubic yards of top soil. I made two more raised beds a few weeks ago so Pam would have six to fill with veggies of all sorts. Those two beds needed soil to go with that compost so she can get them planted before heading to AZ this Thursday. I also needed top soil for an area up by MoHo that will get tomato plants.

I got the two beds filled and raked smooth before my body hit the wall. I'll try to get the rest of it moved tomorrow after church. Then I'll repair the damage to the gravel drive that BIG truck did. I'm not sure why three yards of soil required a truck that could handle 20, but it was too wide for the driveway that I spent hours fixing up a couple of weeks ago. His dual axle rear end broke up my border and collapsed the edge. Phooey.

In the "News you can't use" department....
I'm trying to learn a few basic Portuguese words and phrases for my trip to Brazil next month - standard greetings, please and thank you...
English likes words to end in consonant sounds. When words end with a vowel it's often a silent E that serves to lengthen the sound of the previous vowel. Crane, machine, drone....
Portuguese likes words to end with vowels and diphthongs (a two-vowel combination that makes a sound of the two combined, like coin and loud). Those vowel endings are typically pronounced with a nasal sound that's odd to our ears.
When I was teaching homiletics I had a student, Urian, who was a pretty good preacher but hard to understand. He was born and raised in Brazil and consistently dropped the consonant sound off the end of words. That had the effect of making his speech sound sloppy and his words slurred. In English it's crisp consonants that make for good diction. (Choral teachers typically emphasize singing crisp consonants so the lyrics can be understood.)
Which is to say I'm having trouble learning the correct pronunciation of these words and phrases. They're close to Spanish but different and there's some national pride associated with their "It isn't Spanish" language. So I don't want to get caught saying "buenas noches" when it should be "Boa Noite."