The Spider Working With Me

I’m at my desk. 

Working.

And, because I have 29 irons in the fire, 2 kids, 2 businesses and a (handsome) husband, I don’t have time to vacuum the basement.

The basement…where I’m working.

And where there’s a spider who has taken up residence in my filing system.

And, the weird thing is, I know it’s there, I used to be petrified of spiders, I am actually watching it rebuild its web from when I tore it when removing a file today, and I haven’t screamed…or killed it.

Priorities.

Included in these priorities are paying attention to my husband and my kids.  Sort of.  Today, not much.  Sorry guys.

Here they are:

1.  Get up in the morning.

2.  Make breakfast, get the kids off to school.

2.5.  Milk.

3.  Work on one business.

4.  Work on the other business.

5.  Work on Christmas gifts.

6.  Work on the first business.

7.  Work again on the second business.

8.  Hope there are left overs in the fridge.

9.  Run errands.

10.  Make phone calls.

11.  Answer emails.

12.  Learn what a press release is.

13.  Read to my kids.

14.  Eat lunch/dinner at 4:45 because thank goodness the Animal Whisperer cooked.

15.  Work more.

16.  Notice that the spider is still there.

17.  Rebuilding his web.

18.  Crawling around.

19.  Convince myself that it will only stay in its web and won’t crawl over two feet to get on me.

20. – 106.  A bazillion other things.

107.  Milk again.

108.  Bring the vacuum downstairs.

109.  Suck up the spider into the depths of the vacuum because I can’t stand the feeling of crunching it between my fingers in toilet paper.

Or…

Maybe I’ll just name it.

We can be cubical mates.

In the basement.

On the 60’s carpet with roses.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

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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