After going to bed super early and choosing not to get up and check on all the goaties last night, I finally got some much needed sleep. Thankfully, no middle of the night birthings last night. Firefly had three kids two days ago, two does and a buck, and, so far, they are all doing great! I put little sweaters on them made out of oversized sweatshirt sleeves, and made sure there was plenty of straw for them to snuggle in. On the same day a very nice woman and her husband came out and were going to buy Arrow and Hazel, but decided to buy Celeste and Ivy. She liked the two little ones because they are so cute and little, but when she realized if she wants to milk too, that Celeste and Ivy, being pregnant and a little bigger, was the best way to go. I was shocked when the woman put a leash on Celeste, we let her daughter Ivy out, and she followed her right up to their van and into the crate they borrowed from me. I did not think it was going to go as smooth as it did. Whew!
Funny how life works. My husband works at a hotel as the maintenance supervisor, and it just sold. There must be a glitch in the switchover, as his usual paycheck was not deposited into our account today. I’m sure it will get worked out, but in the meantime the money I just got from the goat sale is more than appreciated. Yes, like millions of other Americans, we live paycheck to paycheck. One good thing, though, is that I have become accustomed to being pretty much home bound most of the time, and always plan ahead. And at least we never have to worry about the power company shutting us off, ha ha! We have plenty of food, and with the wood stove we stay warm, and even if we couldn’t get out to get gas for the generator we can use the power stored in the batteries from what the solar panels generate. We would have to use it sparingly, but it’s far better than nothing at all. And, we should be getting an inverter finally, so will be able to use our system again for internet during the day without running the generator. The only big problem we would have is the well, because we have to run it with the larger generator. We have a few ideas to remedy this, too, but all in good time.
I like being self sufficient. The way I see it, being brain washed into relying on our government has only made people unable to function when things go awry. It’s like a highly addictive drug that at first they freely hand out, then once they get you hooked, the cost for all this help just goes up and up and up. Plus they’ve got many convinced that all the problems of the world are caused by us every day people who actually do all the necessary work in the world to believe it’s our fault! Every single day I read more about different corporations, which our government is as well, dumping wastes and poisons into our rivers, air, food, and medicine. The forests are disappearing at a rapid rate, which is what generates a great deal of the oxygen we breath. “They” already have a solution. Yeah, we’ll just sell you some robotic bees, and upload your consciousness into a machine body, and, wallah, it’s going to be great! NOT!
You see, I firmly believe that those who seek power are the real problem here. And since they seem to rise to the top of the heap (not really a natural process, either, no matter how badly they try to convince you), they set the example for all the rest of us to follow. I can’t tell you how many business owners I’ve known that seemed like okay people, until I realized that every single one of them is basically a legal crook. “It’s just business”, is their catch all phrase to get out of any sense of responsibility. They have so separated themselves, in consciousness, from what they see as the herd that needs managing, they don’t even seem to register what seems so obvious to the rest of us. It reminds me of that song by Pink Floyd, Another Brick in the Wall: “We don't need no education, We don't need no thought control”.
I still have hay on the truck, and can’t get it down to the hay barn. I’m hoping my neighbor comes over today to help me unload it. My left collar bone and the muscle group that surrounds it, has been yelling at me since I mucked the barn out. Along with shoveling snow, and chopping wood, it’s been another work intensive winter. I don’t think I’ll be making any more predictions about how it’s going to go, as February has been like a whole winter in one month! My husband and I talk about this all the time, though. The fact that the work we do is for us, for our own survival and well being, and that we do feel more in control. I don’t expect much of anything from “the system”. And I don’t believe in the concept that we “need” government at all. They may think they do, but they don’t own me!
So, back to my neighbor. He wants to go to the city, so if he helps me unload the pickup, my husband can take it to work tomorrow and we can use the car. Our other good mileage car is still sitting with the tire off. Yes, sometimes we just have to wait to get certain things done. That’s another thing I’ve become accustomed to. I used to panic over all kinds of stuff, and I generally just don’t anymore. That is a result of unplugging from the system in a lot of ways. Most things people worry, stress, and have anxiety about, are not really the emergencies we think they are. I don’t have to compete with anyone else out here either. The new neighbors that had their big beautiful home and shop built, expensive pressurized septic system and power installed with that wonderful smart meter, are probably just a paycheck away from loosing it all. The bank really still owns everything, and all it would take is a couple missed payments to loose everything. They are a young couple and we’ve heard him out there having a total meltdown, so I know they don’t have it all that well together. I think back to the housing crash that started in 2008, and how so many middle class folks lost their homes. It can happen faster than you think.
It pains me to think about how this has all been set up to work this way, too. Keep everyone chasing that almighty dollar, while just a handful do very little in the way of physical labor, yet live off the blood, sweat, and tears of everyone else. Yup, from the moment you are born, your parents pay for you, until you can pay for yourself, just to be alive. My animals don’t worry about those kinds of things. They just wait for me to bring the food and water to them, clean up after them, provide their shelter and so on. In exchange, they give me fresh milk, cheese, and plenty of compost. That’s what government promised us. Work hard and you can have a great life, they fooled us into believing. While true for some, it’s not true for ever growing numbers, and I see it getting worse before it gets better.
Sorry to drone on and on. It’s just I have been noticing the things I write about here since I was still in grade school. We’ve moved so far away from where we could be, and should be, since the whole system is based on gargantuan lies. I can’t just shut off my empathy for those who suffer, especially since I know it doesn’t have to be that way. There are glimmers of hope, though. And they don’t come from any governing body. They come from real everyday people. I know growing numbers of people who are moving in the same direction we are, and realize that the solution must come from us. A conscious choice to move away from our dependence, our addiction to being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it as well. It reminds me of a mobile home park my husband and I use to manage. The owner micro-managed us almost to death.
Anyway, winding down here, I have three girls that should kid within a week, one of which will probably give birth today, and then Ballerina who is a couple weeks behind them. I put the little sweaters I made on Firefly’s kids, but had to switch them out for the bigger ones. She is 2/3 Lamancha, so her kids are always larger than the Nigerians. They do come out with distinctive personalities, just like people do. It was so nice to just go out and sit with them yesterday. One of them is a whiner already, and another one is just as sweet as pie and snuggled up and fell asleep on my lap. Those are yummy moments. I must admit, when birthing time gets close, I get all keyed up in anticipation. My mind starts to race, and it gets hard to stay calm and balanced. You would think it was me getting ready to give birth! Ah, but the sweetness of being there as new life enters this world is just divine. And, surely, spring really is just around the corner, even if it doesn’t look or feel like it at all. Guess I’d better get going. Love to all.
I’m not myself today, maybe I’m you