And sometimes the truth is NOT a pleasant thing.
I read that Lee and Wrangler are both owned by the same parent company and are being spun off as separate corporate entities so that bigger corp can focus on their more profitable line....
Yep, yoga pants (and other fitness wear).
Never mind the opioid epidemic and Russian meddling, the yoga pants trend poses a far greater risk to western civilization.
Yesterday morning I moved Cannoli and Donut up to the weaning pen. It's about 100 yards from the main pen but trees block the view from one to the other. Alas, they don't block the sound. The two kids spent most of the afternoon crying for momma who bellowed back.
This morning at 5:30 a perfect duet of bawling could be heard coming from the weaning shed with a deeper pitched echo from the goat barn. It's now 7:15 a.m. and it's still going on. Sundae goes from one corner of the pen to the other as she cries out for her daughters.
Such distress!
The neighbors gotta love this.
Hopefully, by tomorrow things will begin to settle down some.
Last weekend I baked an apple pie. It was good. Last night I had the last of it. (Just me; Pam didn't eat any of it.)
I weigh myself on Sunday mornings. I lost 3.5 pounds this week.
The Apple Pie Diet is going to make me a very rich man. Assuming I have time to collect my money. My wife may murder me first.
In more news from the Department of Silliness, it seems a new alarm is being raised about the latest threat to our environment, the pollution of our oceans by contact lenses. People who flush them down the toilet are the evil-doers and they should repent and reform immediately before the Pacific Ocean gets clogged with the tiny pieces of plastic. Apparently the lenses should be recycled by returning them to the optician who then sends them back to the manufacturer.
So there.
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This afternoon:
At Starbucks before church I worked on the plans for the trailer box that will replace the teardrop on the frame. I'm going to shorten the frame by 2' to improve proportions and even then we'll have more than enough room for all our camping gear plus a grandkid or two if they want to join us on a trip.
I'm trying to get creative and still do it on the cheap. I found some old school bullet-style tail lights on eBay for $25 that I think I'll mount at the rear corners instead of the ugly square tail lights that came with the trailer. I'm also thinking about how I can dress up the flat surfaces, especially the top that will now be 4'x6' and have two hinged lids. I looked for a chrome luggage rack like those that were on vintage Porsches and even some old Mustang trunk lids but they're all too pricey. So I'm toying with making some ribs - mahogany, redwood, or ____ - that would run down the length of the longer lid.
Some diamond plate steel from Home Depot for (new) fenders??
I'm going for function with a modicum of style, hoping the final look isn't kitsch.
Bridgestone advertises a tire that can survive a puncture and go up to 50 miles so you can drive to a safe place for replacement or repair.
If it doesn't go flat for 50 miles how do you know that something has punctured the tire? Wouldn't you just keep driving along like nothing had happened until...you have a flat tire?
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This evening:
We've had dinner (Burrito) and have settled into The Great British Baking Show. I've got the cargo trailer loaded so I can head to the dump first thing in the morning, from there to the feed store to get a bale of grass hay and a bag of grain, and then home to do a 5-mile run before we hit the high 80s predicted for tomorrow afternoon.
Marta's coming over at some point to milk Sundae so she doesn't develop mastitis from the sudden withdrawal of her kids. In the last 24 hours she's gone from a B cup to a DDD and must be pretty uncomfortable.
I've also got to trim hooves and rebuild the feeder tray before we leave Wednesday, and because Tuesday will get into the 90s tomorrow is the day to get that difficult task done.
Looking back, I guess the sermon went OK. I said what I intended to say, didn't say anything I regret as a verbal faux pas, and got good comments afterward, more than the polite "Good sermon, preach." Brett will be back in a couple of days and if he gives me feedback (he'll listen to it when it's posted to the church web site) I'll know it's sincere. He's not the kind to give gratuitous compliments.
It's going to be an early night. I can feel it. We'll watch this show (a favorite), I'll have a cup of coffee and some of the cardamom toast I made yesterday, and turn in for the night. I might be up in the wee hours of the morning but I'd rather do that than sit here getting increasingly ill-tempered because I'm too tired. (Yeah, that's what happens to me and it's not pretty.)
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