Monthly Archive: October 2015

Oct 16

Retirement, Day 4: Crone visits hay barn with camera

My nieces, subscribing as always to Blake's assertion that originality is a romantic disease, have named it "Owlie." This photo doesn't adequately convey how tiny Owlie is. No more than 7 or 8 inches.

Yep-o, I’m back. It’s good to see you guys. Meanwhile, a thorough appreciation of the Slug Life still eludes me. As I mentioned last time, ever since Mickey, the new farm hand, took over the farm chores, I’ve been sort of flumpy. Without purpose. Like something is missing. Which is weird, because prior to having …

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Oct 14

Lady of leisure

The East Bunkhouse gleams in the morning sun.

It’s 7 AM. You know what I’m not doing right now? That’s right. I’m not feeding any horses. Not even one. That’s because at long last I’ve hired a farm hand. My 7-year search for a person who can tell the difference between a bog spavin and a shear bolt has finally ended. Mickey moved …

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