A great day in Ferenginar (if you're a Ferengi)

Ferenginar: A Class M planet, homeworld of the Ferengi.
It always rains.
Always.
Heavily.

That's where I thought we were based the last few weeks, as it has just not stopped raining. Friday when I went to feed the girls, I found we had a stream going through the front paddock, it sounded quite amazing but by now it would be nice to have some dry spells so that I can take the 3 lots of washing in that have been hanging out there for quite a while now.

Still, we have been very happy, mainly because Friday morning we both woke quite gloomy thinking of Cookie, right after I'd had a load of nightmares about her having gone. We were speculating about what could have happened and if she had suffered when all of a sudden we heard a wail by the backdoor. We only have one cat who wails like that, and imagine our surprise, she had returned!! She was super skinny and weighed next to nothing, so we've been feeding her up on fresh beef and keeping her inside. There seems to be nothing wrong with her although she is rather frail, so we're very, very happy.

Apart from that, we had a long weekend (Friday and Monday off!) so we got stuck into doing some more fencing, chopping wood, and working on the laundry area. The floor is now nearly laid, which means the house is then really nearly finished. Marjorie and I got together to work on a piece, Navarra, by Pablo Sarasate. It's a piece for 2 violins and piano, and it's very challenging. We reckon we may be able to play it by December, which works out at one page a month for us to learn it. A bit daunting in other words, but it already started to sound nice.

We got Porter back in little boxes last week, and it is the most beautiful meat we've ever tasted. It really does have yellow fat (courtesy of the Jersey milk) and it practically melts in your mouth. I'm very happy to be eating truly organic, chemical free, happy meat. We have half and Steve & Marjorie have the other half. Steve said he can still taste the cream in the meat, and reckons he's living a protein lover's wet dream.

Satch is off to the vet on Friday... to be neutered. We thought long and hard about it, but it just doesn't seem to make sense to keep him intact, with all the problems that come along. Puppies would be nice, but who would have to look after them and where would they go?? So really this is the only sensible option. Of course every time I went into the kitchen today Satch rolled on his back, displaying his rather large balls to the world, giving me a goofy smile. I did feel guilty and so he had lots of belly rubs today.

I dreamt last night that I was made redundant. Sadly, this appeared not to be true today.