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Thursday, July 5, 2012

and the reason why I am doing it is very clear to me

Our Independence Day started out on a sour note, because Ken Garff (the goat) died suddenly.  He was acting limp and sad when I went out to do milking, and despite the combination of antibiotics and voodoo magic we hurriedly plied him with he was gone within two hours.  Very weird.  I don't know what happened to him, if it was poison or disease or what.  Upsetting and frightening.  I hope it wasn't some virulent new disease that's going to lay waste to my entire herd.  Do you like how I say "herd" when really I mean "a few dairy goats that are more like pets than livestock?" 

Then John rode on the city float and probably got a swelled head--we'll see if he tries to get me to call him "Councilman" at home.  Then Grant and I went and sold a jillion hamburgers to raise money for their soccer tournament.  PTA and soccer fundraisers?  My life has gotten away from me somehow.  It is so dreadfully pedestrian!  

Then we went to Logan for Meat Day.  John's brother Matthew buys a glut of meat from numerous species, cooks it all impeccably, and has it all on the table at the same time.  It is a mind-boggling feat. It's all I can do to get a slaw thrown together in time to go along with the meat.  Then Matthew pulled out the creme brulee he had made for dessert, and we all reflected on how lucky we are to be related to him.

Today we took Rita to the vet to get her abscess lanced.  She peed while she was sedated, but was mobile enough to slap her tail in the pee and splash it all over our arms and faces.  It was a party.  I regretted having showered and put on clean clothes.  I hope this is the end of the abscesses, as well as the sudden, unexplained deaths.

When we were driving home last night we were listening the radio, and they played "America," and I cried because that song always makes me revert to my simplistic childhood faith in the American Dream, and I cried again as I read my children "The New Colossus."  In spite of all the jerks who try to ruin it for the rest of us, and the xenophobic hollering of hillbilly musicians, this is a beautiful country, built upon beautiful principles.

2 comments:

g. lo said...

I am sorry for your loss. Seriously. I lost my pug last year--he was gone in <24 hours. Surprise deaths are so much harder to bear. And I totally agree about America.

Marsha said...

It's the principles alone that keep me going some days, in spite of those (read, "we") who are charged with following them and appear to be failing. Thanks for putting it so well.