Saturday, April 12, 2008

Ecclesiastical Days

I could have written Ecclesiastes last night and most of this afternoon/evening.

I'm finally home preparing to sleep after 12.5 hours of being at a mall. Not the most pleasant thing for a farm girl, inspite of roosters crowing in the background.

I came home at 9:00 to the news that Velvet is crying in pains from some unknown cause. I don't know what it is or what to do about it. Neither do Mamita or Daddy. We just will have to wait and pray she recovers and that she doesn't have internal injuries from being butted by a larger dam.

Poetry helps, though "Captain, O My Captain" should only be recited with certain specific inflections and overtones........ahem!

But singing two part "Lyle the Kindly Viking" songs with Snap while milking is always therapeutic.

Evening! Cannot wait till tomorrow. No need for poetic therapy then!

1 comment:

Snap said...

(It's "O Captain, My Captain" by Walt Whitman)