What a great tip for a task that's given us all trouble.
'cause every house has an old school staple puller in the drawer.
It's early and I'm writing this portion of the post while I eat my fresh eggs and BACON with Handel playing on the DishTV classical music station. This particular piece is "Love in Bath," which, unless it refers to the city in England, seems a bit racy for this hour of the morning, but whatever.
BTW, you'd recognize it if you could hear it, at least parts of it.
Re. last night's speech by the President. Color me surprised, almost shocked at his presidential demeanor and the effectiveness with which he communicated his agenda. The Dems have to be more than a little upset that it wasn't vintage Trump. It's so much easier to discredit a lunatic.
Two parts of that event struck me. The first was the section devoted to Carynn Owens, the wife of the Navy seal killed in the recent Yemen raid. That was just good in every sense and from every angle.
The other was the camera shot of two female Dem legislators.
I'm fine with the women wearing white in protest, and even with them giving the President the thumbs down sign. I don't like it, but it's the reality of contemporary politics.
What irritated me was that as these two women were doing the thumbs down move they were talking and laughing together, joking about something.
Hey, ladies. This is serious business. It's fine that you strongly disagree and you can even walk right up to the line of rudeness to express your displeasure. But nothing about what happened last night is in the least bit funny, or entertaining, or comic. Can you spell gravitas? You may have been laughing about what happened on the car ride over, but be smart enough to know that when the President of the United States is addressing the joint houses of Congress the people's business is being done, and it's not the time for school girl giggling.
Talk about bad optics! I'm surprised no Republican has called them out on it.
The herd is having some trouble adjusting to a new member that's two to three times the size of everyone else. Sundae, who because of her disfigurement and the feeding disadvantage it caused in Marta's herd, is suddenly the BIG dog (?!) in this group of four. They are terrified of her and run to wherever is as far away from her as possible. Feeding time this morning was chaos as Sundae decided she was going to take whatever food she wanted from whatever goat she wanted. And because of her size advantage she could.
I ended up shutting her out of the barn so Stella could eat her grain and hay in relative piece and the boys could do the same in their area. After that was mostly done I let Sundae back in and the others scattered.
Now Sundae is standing at the gate "crying" because she's disoriented and disturbed that everything and everyone is WRONG.
In our church small group we do something that's been very interesting. Each week one person takes about 10 minutes (or in the case of a couple of them, quite a bit longer) to give their personal history, with an emphasis on their zeitgeist, their spiritual history. One of the gals who took her turn two weeks ago talked about being raised in a very strict, conservative Christian home with lots of rules, and how she rebelled against that in her late teens and 20's. She did what used to be called sowing wild oats, and apparently she sowed them wild and wide.
As I was brewing my morning coffee (Thanks again, Macy's. I love it!) I got to thinking about my own upbringing in that context. Few homes were as strict as mine, with very clear and narrow standards of behavior in every area, but I didn't feel a similar sense of oppression or restriction.
My mind went from there to my contemporaries who grew up in the same church and in very similar homes. To my knowledge none of them rebelled, either. Some of them have left the faith and now disavow what we call evangelicalism in both its tenets and lifestyle. But I've stayed in touch with many of them and am not aware of any young adult rebellion. Maybe I'm just ignorant of the arcs of their lives. But I wonder if there was something about our home church and the way it communicated what I characterize as a life of obedience. Was it done with more care? Were we taught those guidelines not as arbitrary rules but as a life based on both biblical teaching and pragmatic wisdom?
Hmmmm.
Amar'e Stoudemire is in trouble. He's playing b'ball in Israel after what may be a Hall of Fame career in the NBA. Several players in Israel were asked by a press outlet how they'd feel about playing with a gay teammate and Amar'e said, "I'm going to shower across the street." He went on from there with more non-PC comments that have critics crying foul and using the homophobia word to describe him.
OK, this leads me to ask a VERY non-PC question.
If I were a woman I wouldn't want to shower with a male present because I'd be thinking, "He's checking me out, looking at me as a sexual object." Nobody would reasonably expect a woman to tolerate that.
I'd think the same thing if, as a male, I had women watching me shower except that I've seen myself naked and know that isn't something I'd need to worry about.
So if a male is sexually attracted to other males how is the dynamic different than in my first scenario? It seems like it's an obvious implication of homosexuality, so what am I missing?
The dentist wants me to take an antibiotic and wait for my cold to end. The cold may mean sinus problems reaching into my upper jaw and the antibiotic is to address what he thinks may be an infection at the bottom of the root run in the lower molar. Two weeks from now we should know if I need a root canal or two. In the meantime if today's improvement continues I can deal with it and if it gets horrible again I'm to call and he'll go to work.
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The walls in the trailer build are done. I'm working on the 48"x40" cover that will go over the instant hot water heater and the electrical panel, with three little access doors (getting to valves is the third). Then benches, lights, and liquid soap dispensers and I'll be DONE. Maybe tomorrow, but more likely Friday.
Nobody who lives in the goat pen is happy. Sundae is disoriented by her new setting, Stella is FREAKED by Sundae, and Itzhak & Asante can't figure out anything. Because they're males the seem less intimidated by Sundae, but still are put off their routine and the comfort that comes with it.
When goats are upset they bleat. Loudly and constantly.
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