"Well done is better than well said." - Benjamin Franklin

It's 1 p.m. and we've just finished lunch.
This morning I took Sally's radiator into Eugene to a shop with good reviews and they just called to say it's ready as soon as the paint dries. One small leak right where I'd identified the problem and he said it was an easy and cheap fix. I'll pick it up in a couple of hours. Boom!

Yesterday I ordered that universal carb and the tracking site says I'll have it tomorrow. I watched the video on the alterations necessary to get it installed on my car and it doesn't look too complicated. I'm going to have to bend up some fuel line and make some changes to the throttle linkage but even those are fairly minor.

After consulting with Emily, Marta's equally knowledgable daughter, I let Sundae and her two girls out with Stella and Dolly. There was a lot of head butting and pushing going on as Sundae let the other two know they were NOT allowed near her babies. At one point Stella got one of the kids cornered and gave her a good head butt but then the kid squirted away to momma. I figure that kind of thing will go on for a day or two until everybody gets it figured out.
It's hard to watch them fight with the potential for injury but it's how nature works and the best thing we can do is step back and let them work it out.

At lunchtime today
Me: "Eclair is peeing."
Note: when male goats pee they do what we call "assume the position." Their back legs stretch backward and they lean slightly forward over their front legs so it's easy to tell when they're emptying their bladder. If you've seen a stallion or gelding pee it's the same posture. The bucklings we've had do a shudder when they're done.
Pam: looks at Eclair just in front of her feet in that position
Me: "And leaking." (The diaper was either saturated or had slipped out of position so that he was peeing on the carpet.)
I quickly picked him up by his onsie and carried him out to the kitchen's linoleum floor.
Pam: "I'll take care of him, you get the carpet. I marked the spot with a piece of straw."

What does it say about our home that a) we have a goat kid peeing in the living room, and that b) the thing closest at hand for marking the spot was a piece of straw?
A: Among other things, that my mother will never be coming for a visit.

We're having fun here on Baker Rd.

Speaking of my mother, she was hospitalized last week with severe abdominal pain that turned out was caused by a medication problem. She's bee released to the rehab unit at Ida Culver house where she lives but has been told by her doctors that she can't go back to her unit after rehab. She needs to go into assisted living.
I'm not aware of any scheduled release date but when it comes there will be lots of work to be done to get things out of 403C, sorted, and a very limited number of her things into wherever she goes next.
This Brazil trip isn't coming at the ideal time in that regard.

In the bizarre department, mom's in the same room and same bed dad was in for rehab when he died.
Mom says she's OK with that.

It's going to start raining tomorrow afternoon and continue through the weekend. Monday should be dry, but that means I've got a day and a half total for getting outside chores done before I leave.