While I convalesced yesterday, I did a number of things I hadn’t gotten the chance to do for some time…yet had wanted to do.  Here they are:

1.  Washed my sick lady sheets.

2.  Visited blogs I’ve been wanting to visit:  Live, love, farmChronicles of a Country GirlFaux Farm GirlBig Stone Bounty, and Green Desert Eco Farm

3.  Sprayed the keyboard cleaner thing all over the laptop and all of it’s various orifices to remove dust accumulation that may be the culprit for the intermittent automatic computer shut-down-right-when-you-want-to-use-it-the-most syndrome.

4.  Attempted to pay for my 2 hour’s worth of carefully chosen seeds from Seed Saver’s Exchange only to find that my CART WAS EMPTY.  About 2 weeks ago, I spent two hours worth of labor intensive, thoughtful, heirloom seed selecting time online and saved all of my choices to my “wish list” and cart on their website.  Yesterday, they had vanished into thin air.  I decided to order a free catalog instead, so I can do my careful choosing next time with a hard copy version.

5.  Milked.

6.  Listened to 3 day’s worth of accumulated voice mails.

7.  Called them back.

8.  Walked up and down the stairs.  Twice.  That’s enough for these weak ol’ lungs.

9.  Breathed.

10.  Ate.

And, that’s all folks.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady


About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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