Wow, I really need to get that whiny, kind of TMI entry off the front page, and yet nothing much is going on to replace it.

I get the baby goat tonight, so I should have a terribly cute update tomorrow.

I still haven’t got the garden planted; I’m reduced to making sarcastic comments about plowing, but they’re not doing much good. He must really hate to plow. If I knew how to hook up a three-point hitch and the plow was at our house, I’d dive in. I’d like to get the irrigation set up. The seedlings aren’t quite ready to go in the ground, but I’m way late on the corn. The peas will just have to wait until next year, since they like cool spring weather and it’s already pushing 100°.

No progress on the gophers either. I’m royally pissing one off—he keeps burying my trap without setting it off. The other two traps have been completely ignored, so those holes may just be vacant. I’m waiting for that cat Marci’s giving me. He’s my last resort, and I kind of wanted a cat anyway. A Siamese should be able to hold his own against the dogs.

That’s it, really. Life goes on, we keep roping, but it’s nothing noteworthy. I’m back on the horses and it feels good. Life is good!