Mother-Daughter Time

Maggie asks if I have written in my blog. I tell her no, but what does she think I should cover?

Here are some things Maggie thinks are of note:

We had our friends from Mass. here for a few days. They have four children and we have know them since the Patrick and their oldest were little babies. We have gone through a few pregnancies, labors and deliveries together. We both have moved a few times. We have camped together, laughed together, cried together, fought together. They are as close/closer than family. On this visit Nora and their corresponding 5 year old became friends for the first time. What a treat! Rose and Maggie and the bigger girl friends performed a brilliant play. I was impressed by the acting of each of the girls, the costumes and the giggles. Patrick was the hero for the 8 year old little fellow. I left a big pan of steaming cinnamon rolls and a bigger pile of dirty dishes for our guests and went to the farmer's market to sell our goodies. I came back to a big pile of clean dishes this afternoon. We will be friends forever.

Maggie reminds me that this afternoon, after our Mass. friends departed, some church friends arrived. This Sunday's topic in youth group in the passage in John 10 that describes the good shepherd. They came out and interviewed the children and videoed the sheep. It was fun. Of course, the sheep were very cooperative when we gathered them up before our friends arrived. We called them. They came. When the video rolled the sheep ran. Oh well...

As we chatted with our friends and prepared to say goodbye the phone rang. Some of our other friends, the 8 mile down the road friends, called. They were back in town from a week at the beach. The store bought milk made tummies ache. Did we have any extra? (we give them milk, they give us stuff we need) So I quickly said goodbye to other guests, grabbed the milking bowl and met up with Coco in the barn. Friends arrived right as I finished. Strained milk, made brief small talk, said good-bye. Thomas greeted us in the kitchen with a sheepish grin. (or should I say wolvish?) Dirty bowl was on counter, pan of brownies in oven. He decided to make supper...

I supplemented supper of brownies with some pizza crusts I did not sell. Drizzled them with olive oil, sprinkled with salt, cooked til crispy. We ate pizza crackers and brownies for supper standing up in kitchen. Washed down with cold Coco's milk. Not bad. Glass of red wine for the mother and we are good. Dishes done, counters wiped, everyone tired. 8 oclock felt like 10:30. Even the kids felt like it was late. We talked a bit about goat herd management. Victor is coming for a visit tomorrow. Who do we want to keep? Who do we want to breed with a bohr for meat. Who do we want to breed for dairy? Who needs to go.

I was going to skip writing in the blog tonight, but I am glad for Maggie's suggestion. Especially since she has been massaging my head and playing with my hair the entire time. And giving good tips for writing ideas.

Ahhhhhh.....