a gallagher tale ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fixing Fence We went around today with a hammer and nails. We worked. We are putting up fence. Yikes! It is so exciting for me it's ridiculous. It's so exciting to me that I will listen to Zane cry as he unhappily follow me through the woods in order to nail in the regulators to posts & put in the T-posts where necessary. Poor Zane has been in a mood lately! I honestly can't decide about this diary. On one hand, I want to someday re-read all my entries and remember the things that happened. But there are some things I will probably want to remember later but I don't even want to think about right now. So that makes it hard, doesn't it? Should I write about things I don't want to think about, and pay the consequences of having my memories altered or incomplete later when I'm old and have Alzheimers? Things I don't want to think about... For instance... Today Amauvia went to a new home. That makes me so sad. It also makes me feel callous because I don't care as much as I once would have. So that is depressing as well. I don't want to be come callous. I want to stamp my feet and cry and feel absolutely overwhelmed by emotion and sentimentality. But, instead, I am sad. And I don't want to think about any of it. We will most likely be keeping Peaches. That is what the fence is for. We have about 1.5 acres or so that is cleared enough to be considered a pasture. There is a pond that fits in the fenceline nicely. There is some grass but we will likely plant more. Shane pondered at length tonight and decided he is going ahead with his pig plan. I am unsure about the pigs. The part that leaves me confused is the part where you eat your pet. How do you do that? Am I going to like the farm life as much as I hope I am? 6:49 p.m. - Saturday, Nov. 17, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanking Give - Thursday, Nov. 22, 2007 |
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