Shoveling Horse Poop from the Ivory Tower (iris_fancier) wrote,
Shoveling Horse Poop from the Ivory Tower
iris_fancier

Ho, Ho, Ho and all that

Christmas at the farm was nearly perfect this year. The only glitch was not having the Son attend, because his truck broke down, and he couldn't make the 30-mile trip. Very disappointing for this Maternal Unit, but not earth-shattering.

Both daughters were with us, along with No. 1's Roommate and his sweetie and her darling little girl. What a treat to have a 7-year-old in the house! We all tromped through the mud to the stable so that Little Girl could meet our critters, and she lit up the rainy day with her smile. Roommate simply must give me some copies of the photos: her sitting on Sara, smiling; her petting a wet baby goat, smiling; and I hope he got one of the incandescant grin that greeted the baby goat's baaaa.

Little Girl's presence brought back many happy memories of Christmases when our children were small. I look forward to someday having a grandchild or two--this little taste was quite sweet. I also hope Sweetie brings the Little Girl back up here to visit.

Great presents: DVDs, books, chocolate in the stocking, and a kick-ass tooled saddle acquired waaay cheap from my friend and riding guru Miranda. I suppose I should feel guilty: she sells me these horse things at very low prices to keep her little family afloat. Naaah. I give her stuff a good home! The Dad and I had hopes we could put Miranda with The Son, but she got married and had her little girl, and he found his heart's desire, so now I just get great deals on horses and tack. The Universe wants me to be happy, dammit!

It was nice to have Daughter #2 with us, and what a blessing to have had all day and well into the night with Daughter #1 in the kitchen. Her Soulmate is now firmly fixed in the family; I am happy to have a not-quite-son-in-law who so obviously cares for her. (And he laughs at my jokes. Smart guy!)

Himself went off to San Antonio to do his sonly duty for a couple of days, so I am alone with the livestock and the dogs. It's good to have these absences--it makes me appreciate him much more when he returns. It's nice and quiet out here in the country, until it gets a little too quiet. Horses, goats, chickens, dogs, cats are all wonderful, but they are terrible conversationalists. I'm spending a good bit of my time with the DVDs I was given--can't go wrong with Inspector Clouseau and Battlestar Galactica. Interesting combination, that.

So here's to Peace on Earth and Happy New Year and Christmas stockings filled with chocolate. God bless us every one.
Tags: farm
Subscribe

  • Eek! The Biiiirds!

    Well, they're really chicks, but there's a flock of 'em on my porch, peeping at the top of their little voices. The poultry order has arrived. We…

  • Spring, yes?

    Hot, cold, hot, colder--must be spring in Central Texas. The rain has greened up the pastures nicely, although the horses manage to keep the grass…

  • And the Winner Is... (100 Words #15)

    We have eleven female goats of breeding age, and two bucks. To prevent inbreeding, we breed the daughters of one buck to the other. Scout is a…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Comments allowed for friends only

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

  • 0 comments