milky milk.

this weekend, a 1000 pound animal was delivered to my doorstep. may the milk cow. and i feel transformed. i'm on a whole new level of farming. i feel old timey. and yet simultaneously progressive. but mostly, i'm just completely in awe. this giant animal gives forth milk. something of which i am not capable (see breast cancer). she has taken to our farm immediately. making it her own. and settling into a routine. so effortlessly.

first day's milking (i'm up to two gallons a day now!)

and i am not the only family member that has fallen head over heels for may. the dogs, pigs, chickens are in heaven. and the cat who rarely shows emotion. well, he is... reluctantly content.

pigs love milk!

a milk-nosed chop

jerry says, " i don't mind if i do"

and later has milk obsession embarrassment

beat the heat with comic relief.

choppy learns his ABC's (always be closing)

a glimpse at the elusive jerry cat

oh brother!

del ray's orbit gum commercial

raspberry dream

LOL!

you gotta walk down that road...

life goes on.

life is a roller coaster. you coast, and coast. you feel a thrill when you turn a loop but then all of a sudden you throw up the funnel cake you downed earlier and wish you could just get off and take a nap.

that's how things are these days. the good days coast by. sometimes you don't even notice them. which is a shame. you don't realize that nothing is going wrong. you just keep sweeping the floor and feeding the dogs. and then you have bad days from hell. like yesterday. jason's dad was rushed to ER. seizures. possible side-effect from his stroke. might be able to control with medication. fortunately, might not impair his ability to heal and recover. never the less, still scary as shit.

we try to deal with these things. but the dogs still need to eat. and the floor is definitely in need of sweeping. possible bull-dozing.

luckily the coaster scenery is often pleasantly distracting. for example, tito von peenerhaus has learned (with the aid of porkchop's doggie steps) to access my reading chair. he hasn't learned to read yet. just nap. which is what i'd love to do someday.

tito and jerry blissfully sleeping

meet jerry.

this is jerry, jerry daniel moving company. he is jason's cat. this is his bed. it's a pot from a tree that died a few years ago in a fire. jerry loves to sleep in it and get dirt up his nose along with all over the floor. i need to teach him how to use a broom. he runs a tight ship and takes no shit from the other cats and dog.