Before I begin today's post, I just wanted to thank you once again for all of your kindness towards me.
I received so many lovely little notes, and I so appreciated each and everyone.
I think my greatest fear was that some of you reading would think 'oh, I know this bipolar person....' and you would think that my behavior was identical to someone else that perhaps suffered more than I did - or behaved in a way that I've never behaved.
But, I can't fix that.
But I can share with you the answer to everything.
And that answer is goats.
I had the immense pleasure of babysitting two prematurely born goats this past weekend.
My neighbor asked me if I could come up and bottle feed them a few times whilst she was out of town - and I thought it much easier if I were to just bring them home.
Was I nervous?
I've never handled livestock with four legs and teeth.
Was Glenco nervous?
He fully realized that this was going to create goat fever, of which there is no cure.
I don't think words can describe the feelings I felt when I was handed a warm, lanky, needy, baby goat.
How it soothed my barren womb, my empty nest.
If I could make a video montage of my feelings - it would include images of pies cooling on windowsills, sheets drying on the line, babies smiling, the hands of a good honest working woman, the smell of roses on the breeze, fried chicken, warm biscuits from the oven, aprons, the taste of a freshly picked heirloom tomato still warm from the sun, the buzz of honey bees, the cackle of a contented hen...I could go on....
I couldn't let it go.
However, I did let it go just long enough to go clothes shopping for them.
This is a note I tacked to the door.
The goats in house caused quite a stir - there was a revolving door of visitors.
I laughed at myself when I was in the Goodwill (half price day! Score!) rifling through the baby clothes trying to find 'the perfect sweater' for a goat.
Imagine my delight when I found the most darling dress for the girl goat.
Don't think Glenco wasn't in on this too.
He picked out the following ensemble.
I may or may have not bought several outfits, and had a bit of a fashion show.
I'm utterly ruined!