"Bachelors know more about women than married men. If they didn't, they'd be married, too." - H.L. Menken

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The stomach ache you get from doing a whole bunch of pike leg lifts is the same as the one you get from a stomach bug that has had you riding the porcelain bus.

9:00 - Some days require a "one foot in front of the other" approach. I could easily sit in my chair all day and do nothing but I'd feel like a failure by dinner. I have no motivation or ambition to do anything. But if I get up out of this chair, lace up my work boots, and get to work on that long list of chores I'll feel much better about myself in no time.

"It's easier to act your way into a new set of feelings than to feel your way into a new set of actions." - Eugene Peterson

So...here I go.

10:00 - The chicken coup is cleaned. The gross dirty straw out, fresh straw down and in the nest boxes, and the feeder and waterer are both full.
Off to meet with Levy.

I heard an interview on NPR this morning with the director of the NY Metropolitan Art Museum. She talked about turning down another large gift because it came from that family that reportedly made millions off of their opioid drugs. She said it was dirty money and refusing it was the right thing to do.
The conversation then turned to art created by men who behaved very badly. Names included Picasso and Gauguin. (I know very little about either but it seems to be clear they were misogynists and exploited women, including teens, for their art and personal pleasure.) She explained that it's necessary to separate their great from their personal views and behavior. appreciating the former while rejecting the latter.
Am I the only one who sees more than a wee bit of hypocrisy here? Why is it a good thing to accept Picasso's art but reject the pharma guy's money that allowed them to display that art?
And though his name never came up I'm guessing she wouldn't be such a big fan of Michael Jackson these days. I'm guessing it helps if you're long dead if you've been a badly behaved arteest.

Grandson Jason (6) is now playing baseball in a coach-pitch league. Word is he wields a killer bat.

Son Josh (42, and Jason's uncle) plays hockey on a team that won their league championship. That's him in the "middle" row, far right.

I have NO idea where either of them got their athletic abilities. OK, Jason's mom played college tennis so that explains why he can swing a bat. But Josh? No clue.

Time to walk Buddy and feed the goats their evening grain and alfalfa. I got the rest of the post holes for the deer fence dug so that project is nearing completion. Pam spends a week in MI visiting her mom the first of next month. I'll get the fencing up while she's gone so it will be ready for her to plant when she gets back.

Went to the gym, too. Burpees.
There's a cinnamon roll in my immediate future. Here it is Saturday evening and I haven't had my week's cheat yet. That will change real soon.

I can't decide if this is freaky or cool. So I'll leave you to decide: