Tuesday, August 28, 2012

a box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid

Blessed first day of school.  Boy do I feel good.  I'm full of energy and I think I'll go buy that cotoneaster that caught my eye at the nursery the other day.  I hear bees and birds love them, and I have found that birds are kind of fun to watch after all.  My grandma was very into birdwatching, and when my stepmom gave me a bird feeder for Christmas I filled it right up and have gotten a lot of enjoyment out of it.  If you give them food, sometimes you get fancy birds with red and yellow and blue feathers!  What a time to be alive.

Last week was our county fair, and I loved every second of it.  I love that the whole area emigrates en masse to the fairgrounds, and you run into all your friends and neighbors washing and grooming their animals.  Ike entered Biting Martha, and she won fourth place, but Emmett got a blue ribbon for both his eggs and his pickles.  We're trying to decide if we want to take on the crushing responsibility of showing a steer next year.  Goats would be easier, since we already have them, but they're still so new around here that they're really just for looking at, and we'd hate to lose our family's slot in the steer barn!  It's a primo spot, too.  But oh, the many days of expensive hassle, and then you try to sell them for enough to recoup your costs, and off they go to the knacker man.  One of my young women was saying on Sunday that while she was taking care of her pig on the last day, there was a little boy across the aisle from her who got in the pen with his pig and sat down next to it, and he was petting it and sobbing, "I'm going to miss you!"  Isn't that sweet?  That's what Ike would do.  He'd probably make us buy the animal back and put it out to pasture for the rest of its natural life.

I'm irked that they're splitting The Hobbit into three movies.  That's pretty indulgent, and I'm afraid that they're going to waste my time with a whole bunch of songs and poems. At least Beorn is better than that nut Tom Bombadil. 


All8 said...

(Okay, I hope that my comment posts this time.) The coming Hobbit franchise bugs. Oh, yes, let's make the shortest book the longest and change the whole story to ensure that we make more money because we all know that it's in the merchandising. Ugh, I don't want to even talk about it.

Good luck with the steer.

Claire said...

Oh, That is so sad about the boy and his pig. I can't say I felt the same way about mine. I'm sad I missed the fair again.

Matt and Emily said...

Sniff, sniff, I remember saying goodbye to my pigs- it was pretty sad but nice to have some money for school clothes so that's life I guess. I don't know if the same fate happens to the sheep so maybe I'm heartless but I remember how excited I was to go home without it. I know this may seem obvious with your fear of pigs but I imagine the attachment to a steer would be a lot more than a pig.