Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Mojo Gone?

I have to apologize in advance for a short post lacking in photos and humor. Appointments, commissions, and chores have clogged my day and stolen my writing mojo. Hopefully, tomorrow it will return; I’d hate to have to go on an Austin Powers-esque quest to get my mojo back.

I awoke to a grand 58 degrees this morning, divine proof that fall is beckoning and my mental health is improving! Although I am sure a spell or ten of high heat will visit before autumn has definitely arrived, I am thrilled that summer’s end is nigh.

The ruminants are thrilled as well, their sighs of relief palpable. Even more relief will come next weekend as Papa Ernie the Shearer is visiting Sunday to take a few bags of yarn-to-be off the three Angora goats, this year’s lambs, and, if Son Ernie can come along, the alpacas as well.

Daisy, being a meat goat, does not need shearing. Our predictions of her impending demise were overly hasty, thankfully. She eats and drinks like a healthy goat should but is still scarily thin and depressed if a ruminant can be. Maybe she misses the family who raised her during her first year of life. I don’t know but she keeps to herself, socializing very little with the other animals, and responds only to a few of the family. It’s sad.

On a lighter note, Tumalo the Dark (alpaca) and Leroy the Grey (ram) are celebrating the fall air by sparring, pressing their foreheads together and rounding about one another. Why Lucky is not involved, I know not; maybe he’s the brainier of the boys and actually realizes he cannot mate with a sheep or goat.

Work beckons, gentle readers. I must be going now. If you see my mojo, tell it in no uncertain terms to high tail it back this way. Thank you very much.

Oh, and by the way, for those of you who wanted to know why my mother’s portrait hangs in Epcot, it is because the photographer who took it entered it into a national contest and won. It is a beautifully done photograph, but the subject matter didn’t hurt either.

Comments

[Michelle]

I told Beth to keep her mojo to herself because last night we experienced a little earthquake here! Don't YOU go shakin' things up more, okay?

Did you not go to Nancy's party after all?

BTW, today is my mother's birthday. :-)

[Kathy]

I can't remember if you took Leroy to the Vet for a visit to remedy any breeding problem (snip, snip)???? Was he the one who just had everything pushed up and back in? If so, he'll still have testosterone and will act like a ram. :(

We have had ice on the waterers in the mornings here. Nice and cold! I've had quilts on the bed, but will switch to the electric blanket this week as my bones are telling me they are cranky in the cold. Let 'em howl...I'd rather have cold than warm any day! :)