Repeat or re-start…a new Cricket.. & HEMP for Japan

So, while I was sitting in front of walmart the other day, with my new markers and tennis balls, I opened the package of markers and started to liven up my butterfly. I had just told my husband that I had drawn the butterfly on Saturday and it was fading already on Monday. So, I chose different colors, sort of , and made it come back to life. It occurred to me tonight that if I wanted to, I could keep the same butterfly going forever, by recreating the design of the wings, over and over and over. The question is… do I want to do something over and over and over? Or do I want to break out. Do something unique. Dare to design. Hahaha, cackles the Crone, me thinks I will create anew!

I have a new cricket. I didn’t know what to do with the old one, so he’s still laying there, over by my spinning wheel. All night long last night, I’d have a cool thought and see the dead cricket move out of the corner of my eye. I thought, is he coming back to life? A few minutes later, a brown cricket comes out from behind my wheel. Brown. Usually they are black. Not only that, but Cree, one of my friends and readers, said she had a brown cricket too! Today it occurred to me that maybe he wasn’t a cricket. There were plenty of grasshoppers around lately, maybe he was a grasshopper. So I googled how to know the difference. Pretty simple. Crickets are nocturnal, so, there is my answer. He is indeed a cricket. I never see him during the day.

Gracie eats the pen

Just a bit over…is Dimi, scratching on the pen

Haha…. mahada

Ye know, normally, I consider myself a pretty smart person. But when it comes to my son, I often hear myself thinking…. you’re SO stupid. You believed him, Again!!! I hate that I lose control like that. I should never be saying that to myself, but I get played. I hate getting played. That’s old world, and I’m done with that. Not sure what decision I’ll make or how things will play out. Such is life. I’m not working hard enough on visualizing what I want. Obviously. I need to just take the time to do it. Mute the friggin TV, and just do it. Create the next Now, for myself.

Hot BabyPups don’t even come with me

All the white you see, is where I have pulled her winter fur… sticker burrs coming soon

Oh ya, while I was out sending my son $$$ via Western Union, I saw a post on Facebook. Tried to find it later to share it, and it was gone. It was a Japanese scientist and he was saying that if you planted Hemp, in the nuclear wasted parts of Japan, the properties of the Hemp, would turn the soil to positive factors. How awesome is that…and what are the odds that it will be done….Hugely and nil. Ahh, but that is not the power of positive thinking. Speaking of that, if you are new to all this thoughts and words have energy….try out the old standby…Norman Vincent Peal’s, The Power of Positive Thinking. It’s a real nice beginners book. My first husband had no idea he was setting himself up for lonliness by giving me that book, because it was the beginning, before I even knew it was the beginning. Ok, so….let’s re-spin those words…. The many fields of Hemp growing in Japan HAS cured the soil, and healed the land. There, much better.

In honor of the holiday, I gave the girls peanuts and peas. As typical American goats, they argued over who got the bigger piece. One goat even whammed Donna so hard that she went down. Completely down, and it took her a good minute to get back up. Which caused me to go chasing after the offending goat, Kachina, and everybody goes running. Finally, I get her cornered and just let her have it. With words that is. I told her how mean that was and that she could have hurt Donna and all you need is Love! I look over and Lila is standing on one of the upside down metal tubs I put in there for them to play on. Right next to her, her twin, Lily is standing on the only other thing off the ground….a black food bowl, turned upside down. Lol, goats just love to be off the ground, or to at least have their 2 front feet higher than the back. Must be in their mountain goat heritage.

Lila on the tub

Both twins as high as they can get

Lovey and the Pretties got to get out today for 4 hours, while I was still sleeping. When Lovey saw me, he came runnin! So cute. He loves his Mama, and to him, I am Mama. To get em back in, all I have to do is pour the food. The others all come to my call. These ones act like they don’t even hear my yell…. Which is…..Badooooooooo coookooooooooo. If that doesn’t work, then a simple high pitched goatie goatie usually does the trick.

Lovey…being a goat, hanging with the Pretties

Ooooh, he sees Mama

and he’s off!!! Running to Mama!!!

Nothing to update about the boy. I sent the gas money, they didn’t show. Haven’t heard a word today. I forgot to Welcome the Russian Federation and the Netherlands! Welcome folks! Signing off at Curly Locks Ranch.