When I got divorced and subsequently moved 4 times in the past 6 years.. space became precious.. things became superfluous.. with a few exceptions..
The Bourbon Decanter on the right was my grandmothers.. I wish I had spent more time with her.. It has been preciously packed and moved and resides in my kitchen window for now.. It has been with me for 28 years and I hope one of my children will treasure it when I am gone..
The Bowl in the center was my mothers.. an unimportant forgotten “thing” left behind after her estate sale.. It is Porcelain and Lead.. an Oriental design and holds a beautiful Green Glass bottle stopper for a bottle I have never seen..
The Wire Chicken basket on the left was a gift from my youngest daughter .. she found it at an Antique shop and we plan to start using it to collect our eggs this spring.. filling it with memories that only a Wire Chicken Basket can hold..
The red and white Crochet item in the Chicken Basket was my mothers.. it moves from place to place in my life and home… and will likely return to residing on a shelf under a glass bowl of sort sort soon.. I don’t want it to get too sun faded..
The gray building out my window is a Sauna we are going to do some minor fixing to this spring and it will become the focal point of my back yard.. surrounded by a simple patio and flower and vegetable planters.. Tiki torches and Adirondack chairs on the left and in front and horse pasture to the right.. and adorned with simple paintings my younger daughter and I did last fall.. and become an interesting View even in the winter..
So… I get up, get ready for work, drive this am cuz I’m not feeling the best and dread the 6 minute walk in -20… get initial setup done and get half way through getting the girls upandatem and another milker shows up.. turns out this in not my Sunday morning to milk!! I leave him and my partner to finish getting the girls going… thinking I’m just gonna leave and go home to bed… walking through the parlor and milk house I figure I’d get everything all set up and ready for them to milk… the other milker (not my partner.. the other guy ) gives me “a look” and walks over to talk to my partner. . lol. In the past a few times I’ve done thing like that and he has mentioned to my partner. . “She knows she’s not getting paid for this.. right?” And I’m sure he’s sayin it again.. and I just can’t help but laugh a little… this boy does not know me very well… First.. it’s none of his business what I get paid for and what I don’t. . And Second.. this is the kind of thing grown up mature people do sometimes. . We do little things for nothing because it makes someone else’s job or day a little easier… “Grow up you douchey little brat that no one likes to work with.. grow up”
So… here I am home..
Smooshey and tigger say…. “were going back to bed aren’t we… come on mom.. it’s soooo cozy here with us”
Look at that floofy tail! Look. At. It.
And ninja kitty .. she wants breakfast early.. lol
“Feed. Me. Now.. “
“Yes Sweet smiley kitty… yes”
It’s a no brainer for me today in this struggle to be at peace with not working all day every day… early nom noms for Ninja Kitty and a then to bed for snuggles with my floofy and stinky beasts..
Chompy bitey monster puppy is still asleep in his crate… lol.
So much has changed… and so much has stayed the same.. I miss my boss, my friend and the cows… they were each very special and each left a permanent mark on who I am.. I promise to never forget what they taught me…
Yesterday I waited till everyone was gone from the barn and I sat with this brand new baby and I cried… I cried about everything I lost and about all the changes the past year brought… I cried because. . Like the cows… I thrive on consistency. ..
But… I think I’m gonna make it. .. even if things change again in the future… that is the lesson I’m trying to learn.. that no matter what.. I.. we are going to be ok..
I’m 2 thirds finished with the prayer shawl I’m crocheting to donate in memory of my late friend…
It’s called Violet in blues.. I hope that whoever ends up with it truly feels the love I put into each stitch…
And here is one of my favorite cows ..
#119. After every milking she stands at the front of the parlor.. puts her head in the side of the trimming stanchion.. and listens to the radio while she waits for her friend.. simple little things that I’d do well to remember. .
So clean… and quiet until 190 various personalities come in and mess up the joint. .
One of my favorite cows is Emma…
Emma is a total ham for the camera..
I’m SO pretty!
Are cameras yummy? Let me lick it!
Fay is photogenic .. and rather unimpressed. .
The past 18 months have been… well.. a struggle and I am still grieving the losses I’ve suffered. . Someone once told me grieving is sometimes done in bits and parts and pieces. .. and that is what I am doing..
Learning to Loving these cows… like I loved Vi’s cows is taking some time..
Ivan IV Vasilyevich commonly known as Ivan the Terrible or Ivan the Fearsome…a better translation into modern English would be Ivan the Formidable), was the Grand Prince of Moscow from 1533 to 1547, then “Tsar of All the Russias” until his death
This boy has captured me heart and soul.. He truly is the Grand Prince of our family… A fearsome Formidable friend and companion… Loyal and protective. Sweet with our old lady dogs, gently with the cats.. always alert.. that green Chuckit ball is doomed.. lol