Today Daughter C and I hooked up the trailer and took the generator, which has a stopped float, and the 4-wheeler, which has a messed up carburetor, to our local small engine repair shop. Daughter C played with the goats at the shop.
The little kids are cute as the dickens. This one had been bottle fed. He’s a pet goat.
The big guy is a
He was once a pet. But then he found his autonomous goatness.
I can see the allure of goats, but I think I will stick to dogs.
“Stick to? Stick to? As if the decision to love us– love me!– is a default position? Marica! I thought better of you.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Missy.”
“Ruff. ruff. ruff!”
“Oh, man, you’re right, Rocky! Gil would be envious of that goat’s coat.”
The Tea Caddy needs to be refilled.
“The Boy Who Drove the Rats Out of London” is indeed a children’s story written by JBS Haldane.
It’s pretty funny and I’m sure has deep deep meaning far beyond what this Country Mouse can grasp.
But really, the title is pretty stupid, given the mechanism of getting rid of the rats. There wasn’t much “driving out” as there was the polar opposite.
Git yerself a deep freezer. A deep freezer is handy to have around come deer season.
I was thinking I should grace the blog with a post and that it was unfortunate that while I had seen many picture-worthy things in the last few days, I had no pictures of them so I would blahblah about what’s happening here on the farm.
And then I opened up a book I found today in the $0.50 room of the Starkville Library.
Did Ian Fleming of James Bond fame write Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang?
So, hold on. I’m going to go research this on that most Infallible Source and report back momentarily.
Well. What do you know?
Fleming, better known as the creator of James Bond, took his inspiration for the subject from a series of aero-engined racing cars called “Chitty Bang Bang“, built by Count Louis Zborowski in the early 1920s at Higham Park.
And… if that’s not mind blowingly weird enough…
Did JBS Haldane write a children’s story?
Good Lord. What is going on?
Obviously. I need to take more pictures of pleasant things to get us through then next… umm… .
I need more pictures.
Which, given current circumstances here on the Farm, is pretty funny.
Jenefer’s talk was about pictures and emotion. And my head is still spinning thinking about a children’s story that Haldane would write.
As some folk are saying, “2016, Man.” 2016.
I hope you have a nice evening.
We are a bit agitated that it’s hot & dry. We talk about it being hot and dry all of the time.
It’s very dusty.
And there is Company coming.
This is a one-click-adjust-the-light-in-Picasa photo from the other night when the moon was full.
Here’s the real thing:
Too bad our neighbors– who are telescope operators– were out of town at the time.
If you move away from the pole light, there is very little ambient light out here on the Farm.
Givin’ the people what they want.
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
We all need help. Sadly, there’s no one left to save us but ourselves.
via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Mr. Big Food reading a paper.
What were you up to at 7:17am?
I was headed to the hidden pasture.
but still pretty cool.
Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. It’s the first time a song writer has been so honored.
I have books to read.
So I am in a funk with regard to the A&S tailgate and The United States of America.
I won’t even have a Columbus Day post on actual Columbus Day.
So I’ve just decide to post pleasing pictures for The Rest of My Life.
According to my phone, my phone and I interacted such that I want you to believe that I took this photo at 8:49am this morning.
We were so on target. Let’s leave at 8:30 and so we did. For mere mortals, this would be a monumental undertaking. We managed to pack a second breakfast and extra water, and have the trailer hitched up by 8:30.
The vibrations were the coolest. As the socket jumped off the ball, the trailer ran into the back of the truck.
The fellow in the bluish shirt commented that if I had been doing faster, the trailer might have gone down into the ditch.
I think about causation from time to time.
It’s complicated for a Country Mouse.
Anyway– as you can see, we unhitched the trailer, I drove down to Stewart Auto Service, I briefly explained the prob… and before I could finish they were on it and we were back on the Road Again at 8:58.
City Mice can’t do that.
We also went tailgate grocery shopping.
I’m not even ready to claim correlation.
But I’ll be damned if there isn’t a relationship between the length of the moderators’ eyelashes and the level of hockeypoo.
[INSERT BATTING EYELASHES]
Surely, there is a re-run of even the most awful Big Bang on, isn’t there?
“ERR ON THE SIDE OF THE SAFTEY AND SECURITY OF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE.”
Pence just said that.
HOW THE FUCK IS THAT AN ERROR??
So you go. You err on our side.
Thanks so much.
Peace & Love.
I am not a Pence fan, but bless his heart, he is trying.
I am not a Pence fan. And Kaine is an idiot.
We have planted grapes and blueberries. And we will be doing our part to control the deer population.
We here on the Farm will err on our side.
Baby Bunny went to his first Mommy & Me Story Time at his local library. I hear he had a great time!
I expect he’ll be rolling over and quoting Hesiod any day now.
We Country Mice hit the Friends of the Library Book Fair in S’vegas.
Here’s what I’ve cataloged so far:
That Health via Food is a real hoot!
That Skyscrapers book was written by the guy who built Crew Tower in the ‘Nati. And some other things.
I am not a fan of FDR. But, it’s important to preserve that which should be preserved, as contrasted with that which is undeserving of a space on the shelf. Who am I to decide which is which?
To my credit, and to the best of my knowledge, there is not a John Grisham book on the Farm.