My Cousin, Don

I got a call out of the blue today.

From my second cousin once removed, or my first cousin twice removed or something like that.  Anyway, my cousin.

I rarely talk to Don.  But if typical conversations with him go like the one today, I should definitely do it more often.  If laughter is good medicine, I’ll never get the 24 hour flu again!

It went something like this (inserting laughter between each sentence.  So much laughter that your face starts to hurt):

D:  “Lindsey, this is your second cousin Don.  I had heard through the grapevine something about you and goats and I’m sittin’ here reading my Cheyenne Edition and the Goat Cheese Lady is in there!  I called Aunt Ann and she said YES! you’ve got a crabapple pie and your thumb on the internet!” 

Me:  “Yep, that’s me!” (says she humbly)

D:  “You know, I’m not quite sure how I feel about being related to the Goat Cheese Lady.  I’m still dealing with that, you know.”

Me:  “I’ll keep it under wraps that we’re even related.”

D:  “I mean, do you even get to go skiing?  Or do you have to get a special goat babysitter or something?”

Me:  “We have to get a special baby sitter.  But family’s the best kind.  I’ll let you know   when we need you.”

D:  “No way!  I’ll be skiing!”

And on and on and on.

It’s hard to relate in writing just how funny the conversation was, but my cheeks are still sore thinking about it.

Don (still fondly referred to by me, since childhood, as Donnie) is one of those people who laughs while he talks.  And, he laughs hysterically at whatever you say, making you think you are really funny.

Now that’s the guy you want around.  He makes you think you’re funny and makes you laugh the entire time you’re in his presence.

Thanks for making my day, Donnie, and I’ll let you know when we need some manure shoveled.  I can make it during a weekday so you won’t be skiing.

– Your Cuz, The Goat Cheese Lady

(NEWSFLASH:  To all of the members of AdAmAn, Don is related to the Goat Cheese Lady.  If he tries to deny it, email me directly.)

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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1 Response to My Cousin, Don

  1. I’m trying to figure out how keeping “it under wraps that we’re related” equates with blogging about the entire conversation. It must be a generational thing (There’s half a generation separating us). In case anyone is wondering, half a generation equates to approximately ten years. If I thought being related to the goat cheese lady was difficult… actually showing up in her blog is infinitely more challenging. I think I need…. some goat cheese.

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