Why is it, I wonder, that when one battery dies, so many die at the same time? Are they like lemmings that reportedly follow one over a cliff to their doom? It's fortunate that I keep a lot of batteries of all sizes on hand because I'm in the middle of a fatal battery epidemic right now. The other day I had to replace four AAA batteries in a remote control for the living room TV, and yesterday the wireless mouse for the computer stopped working. Yup, dead battery. It only needed one AA to revive. Note to self: restock AAAs.
With goats, there is no such thing as a day off so the long weekend has little significance other than it is for Memorial Day, a deeply meaningful holiday. Pete works from home so days off do not mean a change of venue for him, either. We've been planning to get together at some time. I want to try out a recipe on him, hoping to find a green vegetable he'll actually like. Win some, lose some. When the Kids were little, because I really, really like eggplant, I tried recipe after recipe in an attempt to find one they'd enjoy. Epic fail. But I digress. Pete is coming up today for savory Russian Pie made with cabbage. Then he invited me to his home on Monday for steak. He listed a number of reasons why I should come down, ending with, "You've got to leave the farm sometime, Mom!" Me: "You had me when you said steak."
It barely got out of the 50s yesterday. Heavenly weather. Makes one glad to be alive.