Weathered Weather

Our Weather Goat (Meaning a 'fixed' male goat, NOT a goat that predicts the weather, but hey- around here, you never know) has a stenosed (narrowed) urethra, meaning either it's going to rain till we all buy boats, or the poor dude is on his way to the BBQ. He's a Boer. His name is Po.

(Normally, weathers are butchered, but this one was a pet goat that was 'rescued' and part of the humorous stuff I get to blog about. Boers are meat goats for my cityfied friends).

Long story short, when they get fixed, the peeing problem happens anyway, but since they aren't expected to be around for a long time, it doesn't concern those involved. Kinda like steers for beef. (Even big $ breeding bulls are only good for 4-6 years- where do you think that hamburger comes from?)

I know, right? I call him Po'Goat now. I feel his pain now and then at work when I can't get out of an O.R. room to pee. The human bladder was not meant to hold more than 1000mL, so when you hit 1001- you guessed it. Especially when a  couple three babies have raised hell with it as they went by.

So, Poor Po'Goat is not feeling well. Not much Dr. Wilber can do either, because there are just some things you can't fix.

Don't you worry- there are going to be replacements, because Luigi the Love goat has been busy with his two lady friends. Long about February, we should have the pitter-patter of little goat feet running around the pasture. More for me to write about, (and you to read about).

Happy Sunday, I'm going back to the homework page. sigh.

a little too thin

We have busy mornings on Monday.

I'm up early usually. I get coffee'd up, work on a few projects, mess around on the internet by checking in with Ravelry and Facebook, get logged in to OSU for school, and enjoy the 'pre-child wake-up" time.

I started a sweater I've been meaning to make for years. It's exciting that I'm making headway on projects. Christmas is coming, and we handcrafters are always thinking months in advance. Things that we make take time and planning and organization- things that handcrafters don't have a whole lot of.

I was sitting here, reading, knitting, drinking coffee. The kids wake up. I start moving around with breakfast, laundry, getting Joe dressed, etc.

Kids are ready to go to school. It is pouring rain out.
Typical morning.
I sit back down to knit some more- missing a needle. It was right here when I got up to take care of kids.

I look around me. I stand up. Nothing.
Okay, so I re-trace my steps. Pearl is not graced with stuff like 'square feet', so there is not a whole lot of places it could get lost in. NOTHING.

Kids are off to school, I'm on the verge of losing it. I secretly blame them for intentionally ruining my morning, although I know they didn't touch my knitting needles.
I decide to take a shower.
As I go to pull off my hoodie, there was a yank on my hair. Pain and realization rips through my head.
My knitting needle was in my ponytail, right were I put it.

I'm still blaming the kids.