Making stuff, shipping stuff and then cleaning up all the stuff.
I have some new soap listed, french milled vanilla latte and it is amazing.
French milled means that it's been double processed, so it's extra rich and moisturizing and is ready to use right away, it doesn't have to cure the normal 4-6 weeks.
The rain here in Northwest Oregon has been c.r.a.z.y. for the last few days.
It started Friday and didn't quit until last night and along with it we had the biggest thunder and lightning I have ever experienced
First the lightning lit up the house, like we had gone from dark of night to bright light of day, and then the thunder started with just a rumble, and then the house shook and it ended with a boom that was comparable to a finale at a Fourth of July fireworks display.
It kept on for over an hour, just one after another.
My dogs were ready for some intense psychiatric rehabilitation when it finally ended.
We also had wind that started on Friday afternoon and as many of you know, we live in an old barn that has old single pane windows with storm windows clipped to the outside frames, and every time we get more than a gust, the wind rushes through the cracks and rattles the windows to the point I think they're either going to blow off and shatter in the yard, or blow in and explode in the living room, and then of course there's the barn that looses a bit more of itself with every breeze.
And that is why, we don't like wind
I think I need to start playing the lottery.
I don't want to talk about this but I'm going to for just a minute.
My favorite chicken Millie passed away in her sleep Friday night.
She waits on her roost every morning for me to carry her up for breakfast here in the house with me, and then spends an hour or so in front of the fire or on the rug in front of the glass door.
My heart broke when I went in to get her Saturday morning and she was laying in her nest box.
She was a used chicken that someone left in a plastic tub on the front steps of the little house six years ago, so I'm not sure how old she was, but I'm going to miss her very, very much.
Rest in Peace sweet Millie.
I gave Buddy a bath yesterday.
I don't want to talk about that either.
He was gross.
Really gross.
Sheep poop gross.
No after pictures, but here's an idea of what he looked like before...
That was taken last spring after he rolled in sheep poop, he only looked a little bit worse this time.
What is it with black and white dogs and anything poop?
I think the bathtub was the biggest looser in this story though.
Here's a blurry picture of Steve soaking wet sitting under the bird feeder patiently waiting for Spring.
Peas.
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