"The only time my prayers are never answered is on the golf course." - Billy Graham

Again, from a friend's Facebook page.

Most days I read a couple of news sites each from Grand Rapids and Phoenix because we lived there for 17 and 10 years, respectively. One of the Phx news pages said AZ would NOT provide the feds with the voter info they've requested and the other said AZ would. I didn't bother to read the articles because a) I don't really care, and b), we'll let them sort it out.
But I noted that one of the national news sites (NBC.com) said several states were refusing to send the voter info the White House requested.
Except the White House didn't ask for it. The Federal Elections Commission did. Hmmm. Agenda?

I slept straight through to 6 a.m. this morning without even getting up for a bathroom trip. That is unheard of! Yesterday left me exhausted.

Part of that fatigue was because as the day wore on we realized that one of the kids, AppleJacks (AJ) wasn't nursing. All of Sundae's efforts to nudge and lick him and my efforts to get him to latch on were unsuccessful. Newborns need the colostrum that momma produces in the first 24 hours for the immunities it provides, never mind the nutrition. By 7 p.m. AJ was listless and just laid in the corner.

Marta to the rescue. She came over after helping her husband David bale hay all afternoon and milked Sundae.
Note: Boers do NOT like to be milked so I had to restrain her. And she retaliated by stepping on my big toe. OUCH!
After milking, Marta mixed that with some molasses and used a small syringe to force feed AJ with about 20 cc's, 3 cc's at a time. That gave him the burst of energy he needed. When she set him down he went right over to an attentive Sundae ("What are you doing to my child?!") and immediately latched on to a teat and began sucking aggressively.
You have no idea how good that made me feel.
Or how good it was to see this at 7 a.m. this morning.

In addition to my embarrassment over the President's juvenile behavior I feel bad for his wife. It's not fair to her.

By the way, I read a few years ago in a grammar manual that verbs of feeling take the adjectival forms (good, bad), not the more expected adverbial form (well, badly). So "feel bad" is correct and "feel badly" is not.

New plugs and a fuel filter did not solve Sally's idle problem, so this afternoon I went to NAPA and got a new fuel pump that I'll install tomorrow and ordered a carb rebuild kit (ugh) that will come in Monday afternoon. Something to do on the Fourth.

We had visitors today. Greg and Kim, who are part of our church small group, brought their three boys out to see the baby goats, baby chickens, and go for a walk in our woods. They're city folk who live in Springfield, on the east side of Eugene. (You can't tell when you drive from one city to the other.) It was fun to see the boys' interest in our very rural life, and we consider it almost a service, showing them how life really works, vs. supermarkets and sidewalks.

And it helps me remember how special a place this is. I told Greg, sometimes I walk back to MoHo from the chicken coop and look at the fir trees at over 125' tall just a few feet on the other side of our humble abode, or stand on our front "porch" and look across the creek at our woods on the far side, or listen to the frogs that make so much noise once the sun goes down, and think....
T'ank you Fadder. 
We never imagined, wouldn't dared to think that we could live in a place like this, raise our own vegetables, chickens (eggs), and goats (meat), and do it together.

They have an expression in Costa Rica that's almost a national motto: Pura Vida. That translates something like "excellent life" or "full life," and describes how they see their existence. Having been there I think they're right, but it fits Baker Rd., too.