I have been telling myself all day to get up off the couch and get going. My head hurts, my throat feels like I have swallowed something caustic and my eyes just want to stay closed. It isn't often that I am home alone but today I am. My husband has gone to the hunting shack with his friends, my daughter has gone to work and it is just me and my poochie dog Fidel left to hold down the fort. We are taking that phrase literally. I like the feel of his (quite) pudjy body curled up next to me, like a hot water bottle with fur. His previous owners named him Fidel, like somehow a macho name would overcome the fact that he was never going to be bigger then a rabbit, had a corkscrew tail and was generally a ridiculous looking mutt. It embarrasses me that I love that silly little dog so much.

Meda Jeanine and friends

Tomorrow get to visit with a real jewel, Opal Pearl

This is a test to see if I can link now. Lets go to Minnesota Artists

This is a test to link to the day book.

When I was younger I found everything to exciting around me to bother with sleeping. Now I am older and sometimes I am just to weary to sleep. Up and down all night. I remind me of my mother. Whenever I would wake up I knew I could find her up too. She never actually went to bed I don't think, she cat napped through my childhood.

I found a stack of family pictures as I was straightning up the piles of clutter in my office tonight. It is good to have reminders.

I have a book set aside that I hope will bore me to sleep.

Is am extremely frustrated right now. Grrr. I have been reading through the others posts and enjoying looking at them. Some of them make me laugh with real delight (it differs from amusement in that it causes the "toe curl" which means I go around with holes in my socks)
I would like to link them, however I still have not managed to figure out how to do that. The top of my desk is looking quite silly. I have Blog on, Hot Text and the Blood book as well as Mac for Dummies. I think I maybe should have gone for the idiot series, that is what I am beginning to feel like here. Somehow I have managed to inadvertantly create the same blog twice. I have lost my tool bar. To heck with being politically correct, I feel like a virgin contemplating the big O and no way of knowing how to go about it. GRRRRRRR.

My husband called tonight and made the mistake of asking me about my day. I burst into tears "I don't know how to blog, I can't keep up blah blah blah sniff sniff" and so on and so forth for several minutes. There was absolute silence on his end till I finished my last hiccup and then he says "well I don't know about this blogs but want to hear about the baby pigs?"

My Uncle lives on a farm next to us. He calls himself a farmer but in reality he has a lot of pets, big expensive hungry pets. He also hasn't grasped the concept of keeping the livestock seperated so that he doesnt get calves born in the middle of winter or for that matter piglets either. He used to have about 200 chickens that he used to let run all over his yard, when he would walk outside they would trail after him like puppy dogs begging for treats. R is always mad at the foxes for killing his birds but hasn't lifted a finger to fix the coop now that he finally got around to building one.

Most baby animals are cute. Baby pigs though are adorable. They are very much like a human baby in the way they like to be cuddled and they are very responsive to human speech. Sometimes the mother pig can't or won't nurse the babies and so you have to bottle feed them. Once you bottle feed them though the piglet will follow you everywhere. He who holds the teat is mom forever.

I am not a farmer. I hate to be tied down though I do like animals very much. I like living in farm country, the wide open spaces are important to me. I like to lie in bed upstairs at my real home and watch the sunlight move across the field as the sun comes up. At the far end of the field on my Uncles property is this old oak tree that was hit by lightning a couple of years ago, it marks a change in the topography of the land. I never get tired of looking out that window, though most people think the other side of the house is prettier, it looks out upon the Bigfork River.

We never know what we will see as we wait for daylight to move across the field. One time there was two bucks fighting in my rose garden. We could hear them but not see them at first till the sun burned off the fog. My favorite sight though is watching the foxes playing. I know where two of there dens are but certainly won't tell my Uncle, he would shoot them. Foxes can get fairly comfortable around humans and take easily to being fed. We used to feed foxes when I worked in a woodyard for a manufacturing company, but I won't feed the ones around my home. I like the wild things to be wild and the tame ones to be tame. The two types don't mix well, and it is usually the wild ones that come off as the loosers.

i need a nap.

Reading our textbooks I get excited about the possibilites. My mind zings like scattershot in bird season hoping it will land and take something down. But there is that other level, the one that says all the negative reinforcing self defeating things a person can learn in a life time. I will beat this. I will beat this.

I read the blogs of our community and the possibilities, the richness and variety of this small group is astounding. It lights my imagination. I will learn this technology. The tortise does get to the finish line eventually.