One House Too Many
My trip to Casa South was especially rough. I went in with my eyes open though. I knew packing up an entire house (then readying it to sell) was not going to be a cakewalk. This is a monumental effort that we'll be dividing into pieces over the next three months.
Meanwhile, back at Casa North, my friend, Mel had her hands full with BBQ, the goat. I had put him in a smaller pen while I was away, even going so far as to penning him up every few days weeks in advance to get him used to "captivity".
Apparently, by the time Mel got here, he was ready to commit mutiny. He had rammed the gate so hard he had nearly pulled it off the hinges. Mel was terrified that he might hurt the does since he seemed so violent, but BBQ was just being a typical male goat. Obnoxious.
I deliberately penned him up because he's a handful. You don't realize how aggressive a male goat can get until he rams all 200+ pounds of himself at you.
Mel, resourceful as ever, managed to double-wrap the gate with chain and rope. BBQ wasn't going anywhere.
He was annoyed, but when he realized he couldn't get through, he settled down.
To thank my friend, we invited her and her husband for an early Thanksgiving dinner. This year, Greg smoked the turkey. It came out great! There was lots of food to go around and send home with my friends.
Even my pumpkin pie was a hit. This always surprises me because I don't like pumpkin. I make it every year for Greg but I have no idea how it tastes. I must've done all right because I got two thumbs up. It was a nice ending to a very long week.
All in all, the animals did fine without me. Even more importantly, Tank did well. I left him and Maggie with Mel. I knew she'd take good care of them. She's had a lot of experience with geriatric dogs which gave me great peace of mind. Tank doesn't take long trips well anymore so it was a great relief to leave him with someone he loved and trusted.
Later this month, I'll talk about some upcoming changes in my career. I alluded to it about six months ago, but I'll spill the beans this month. It'll be shocking, terrifying, and all together typical for me. Things are about to change in my life. On purpose. Wish me luck.
For the rest of this month, I'll be switching to blogging only on Mondays. I'll still post on Back to Basics on Wednesdays. This Wednesday: Hostess Gifts.
Meanwhile, back at Casa North, my friend, Mel had her hands full with BBQ, the goat. I had put him in a smaller pen while I was away, even going so far as to penning him up every few days weeks in advance to get him used to "captivity".
Apparently, by the time Mel got here, he was ready to commit mutiny. He had rammed the gate so hard he had nearly pulled it off the hinges. Mel was terrified that he might hurt the does since he seemed so violent, but BBQ was just being a typical male goat. Obnoxious.
I deliberately penned him up because he's a handful. You don't realize how aggressive a male goat can get until he rams all 200+ pounds of himself at you.
Mel, resourceful as ever, managed to double-wrap the gate with chain and rope. BBQ wasn't going anywhere.
He was annoyed, but when he realized he couldn't get through, he settled down.
To thank my friend, we invited her and her husband for an early Thanksgiving dinner. This year, Greg smoked the turkey. It came out great! There was lots of food to go around and send home with my friends.
Even my pumpkin pie was a hit. This always surprises me because I don't like pumpkin. I make it every year for Greg but I have no idea how it tastes. I must've done all right because I got two thumbs up. It was a nice ending to a very long week.
All in all, the animals did fine without me. Even more importantly, Tank did well. I left him and Maggie with Mel. I knew she'd take good care of them. She's had a lot of experience with geriatric dogs which gave me great peace of mind. Tank doesn't take long trips well anymore so it was a great relief to leave him with someone he loved and trusted.
Later this month, I'll talk about some upcoming changes in my career. I alluded to it about six months ago, but I'll spill the beans this month. It'll be shocking, terrifying, and all together typical for me. Things are about to change in my life. On purpose. Wish me luck.
For the rest of this month, I'll be switching to blogging only on Mondays. I'll still post on Back to Basics on Wednesdays. This Wednesday: Hostess Gifts.
Comments
Glad BBQ finally settled down. Boy, he sounds like he's itching to have his name change to Dinner Today. lol!!
Wishing you well as you and Greg continue work on consolidating your two households. Hugs to the four-legged children.
I LOVE pumpkin everything. Except pie. LOL But I made it for the kiddo. :)
Happy post Thanksgiving.
If only I could convey to BBQ that his obnoxious behavior is bad for his health.
The next seven months are going to be brutal. I hope I'm still in one piece after it's over.
The decision is a scary one for me too. Time will tell if I did the right thing.
I love pumpkin pie. I do ours from scratch. Not as hard as you would think either.
Good luck on selling the house.:)
But man, smoked turkey sounds delish. And how can you not love pumpkin pie??
One of these days, we'll get a smoker. I want to make bacon, and smoked turkey is probably great. Don't think I've ever had it.
I LOVE pumpkin anything. So sorry your taste buds rebel against it. Like Darke, I make my pie from scratch and it's wonderful. Almost as good as the pecan pie.
Re: BBQ
I'd never forgive myself if he hurt one of my friends.
I worry too much.