WheatenLover
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- Georgia
Thank you. Hell has frozen over. We are leaving Friday instead because I am not ready, and because I've decided to make it a one day drive. Google now says it is a shorter drive than it was last month; don't ask me why. Once I get the trip started, I am focused on my goal. Luckily the dog and my son are coming, so we will take breaks every couple of hours.You’re plate is overflowing……will be happy to hear when your drive, move is behind you, and that you’re settled. TAKE CARE.
I think my mind is going. I am suddenly so scatter-brained. I put something down and then have to hunt for it. This morning (it's morning to me), I couldn't find my freshly poured cup of coffee. Yesterday, I told my son, "when we go to the grocery store, I want you to remember to buy Tide." He looked at me (not strangely, because this has been going on for 2 weeks), and said, "you just took me there, and the Tide is in the back seat."
At least my son seems to find this amusing, so he's not sticking me into memory care. I'm certain this will go away once I don't have to think of so many things at once. Yes, I've written everything down that I have to do to move, and I took out the multi-page list, and I have actually accomplished most of it. But others also have claims on my time and effort. It is like my life is one big whack-a-mole game. I just want everyone to go away, and leave me to my books and computer games. But no, a Warrior does not do that. Even I am getting bored with the moving topic.
I'm going to start a diary here after I've moved, because I intend to have adventures and to meet a lot of interesting people. Generally, I think people are very interesting - unless they quote Fox Snooze headlines at me (as political arguments).
My cousin has already arranged for me to meet a farmer's cows. He knows that I have always wanted to learn to milk a cow by hand (not machine), and hopefully I can squeeze that into the deal. And maybe the cows will have calves next year and I can bottle feed them. At that point I will keep my big mouth shut, because I already know that calves don't drink their mother's milk, at least not at the dairy farms here. I'm also not going to ask what their destinies are. I already know that, too. I'm going to try not to succumb to an offer to take some raw milk home since I won't know how sterile the facilities are.
No, I don't have pictures of cows or collect cow knickknacks, or any knickknacks. (Oddly to me, the dictionary doesn't hyphenate this word. It looks like it should be.) And now that I've seen and smelled a pig at Plimoth Plantation, I am not going to want to meet some pigs. That pig was black and had long hair and was worse smelling than a paper mill. I learned that pigs are not all pink and that they do have hair, and that's enough for me.
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