There's one in every bunch. We all know that one, the one who requires (if not demands) special attention, privileges, favors. I can't call BF Betty and Jealous Jennie divas because all they ask for is affection. (Yesterday it was Jennie in the morning and Betty at night.) However, there is a certain mouse in the barn I've named Diva. Every morning I squirt milk on two sets of wipes, one on the ledge and the other draped over the wipes bucket, and mice literally come out of the woodwork to sip, crowding each other at the bar. Diva, however, refuses to drink with the hoi polloi, sitting on her haunches in front of the shovel until I squirt a few streams so that it runs down for her to lap at and then at the pool at the bottom. She drinks in solitary splendor. Who would think the barn could be so entertaining?
After all the prep and busyness of the last week, I would have liked nothing more than to sit and be a couch potato yesterday, but it was not to be. Running short on goat chow and since it was a sunny day, a trip to the feed store was mandatory. Like it or not, I also had to run into town. I could make it all in one loop, but Bessie Anne loves to go to what she calls the Cookie Store and I hate to disappoint my little girl. More rain is due today, so all the feed had to be unloaded and put under cover when we got home. It amounted to 205 pounds of feed, and I have to admit it's getting harder to drag the bags out of the truck these days.
That done, it was off to town. There were two stops, one at either end of Placerville, and that meant getting on the freeway. Yesterday it wasn't so free. Not only was it the weekend, it was Thanksgiving weekend and opening day for many of the ski resorts, and while nothing like freeways in Los Angeles, the road was packed, some cars still carrying snow on top. Passing Placerville, the speed limit is 30 mph, but it's only for a short distance and after passing the last stop light, cars leapt out of the gate like race horses. As for myself, I really didn't mind because Placerville does Christmas proud. Nearly every post in the fence along the road has a small Christmas tree atop, decorated, I believe, by local organizations and businesses and they do compete. It's really very pretty and helps the holiday spirit.
It gets dark so very early now, so I had to rush home, unload the truck (again), and tend to barn chores before the girls balked at going into dark stalls. One last cuddle for Betty and I was done (and done in) for the day. Oh, right. Still had groceries to put away. Sigh.
And, of course, there was Stove to punch up and stoke before settling into my chair. It was a good day.