I know that DH said something about getting goats, I remember mentally checking that off on my “another of DH’s ideas it’s generally better not to respond to because they simply fade away into the ether.” He’s trained me over time not to get too excited about some of his wilder notions. I used to get all worked up. But then life would take it’s natural course and I learned that it was a waste of energy to debate him about the wisdom of building a hovercraft, arranging to parasail off the property’s edge or his plan to invent cold fusion in his spare time.
So when he said “goats”, I’ll admit it. I just nodded and said, “Yes, dear. Goats are nice.”
Ummm. So it appears that the goats arrive in the next few days. And I have learned a valuable lesson about turning my back on the ocean.
So, now when he advised me that the chicken coop is next, I swear I sat up and started paying close attention.
Watch out, world. I’m about to become a pioneer woman.
Hmmm, I wonder if I can redirect him to that cold fusion concept…