Okay, so tending the goats takes a little longer, so what? It isn't the goats, it's the walk back that is slower as I wait for my companion. Neither of us moves as fast as we used to. One of us (the short one) takes several breaks on the way up to the house, and other one (me), if she is honest, is grateful for the pauses. Last evening Bess wandered off the drive to get a drink from the wild things' water pot, and needed to be redirected afterward. Ordinarily I would have kept going, but no longer. Waiting is such a small thing if it keeps that lost and confused look from her eyes.
I received a long and gratifying call from a high school friend. We touch base now and again over the years, but not often. I've seen more recent photos, but in my mind she never changes from our boarding school days. Her enthusiasm and passion are contagious, and our conversation ranged far and wide on a variety of topics.
Neither Arden nor I eat out often, but yesterday we met to indulge in pizza and (for me) more good talk. We had a leisurely lunch before she left to go to the library (Arden is a voracious reader) and I went across the street to get groceries.
It was a good day.
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How sweet of you to let your little girl have the time she wants, and then direct her to the right place. Hard to believe that animals can lose their mental way like some of our 2 legged friends, but I know it happens. Glad you had a nice conversation with the high school friend and good outing with Arden.
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