I am mood-swinging again. up, down, all around, one moment I'm kinda lonely and feeling sorry for myself, the next I think my life kicks ass. The days are counting down till the house closes and I'm plenty nervous about that. At the same time that I am looking forward to new house I'm also wanting to run screaming away from this precipice I find myself on.
This is not the moment to be doing severe self-reflection, I tell myself. And yet I am; weighing the pros and cons of my life--what I like, what I'd like to change, what makes me happy like a purring cat.
No major life decisions while under the influences of PMS, I tell myself. and so far, that's a resolution I can stick to.
Oh, yes, my weekend was lovely. Some time and space and a big dose of nature (under my fingernails, on my shoes, in my mouth) helped a bit with the nervousness, and it was good to spend the weekend in such lovely company. The place we went was a farm that some friends of friends are literally carving out of the forest on the Olympic Peninsula. They're doing what they love, keeping goats and generally working very hard and having a good time. I held a baby goat for the first time this weekend. The two-week-old kid weighed less than Juniper and just snuggled down in my arms as I scratched behind her ears.
I never knew that goat kids liked being held, but they do.
"Would you like to hold her?"
"Um, you can do that?"
"Sure, just support her back legs."
Those gangly legs just folded up against her body as she bumped her head against my chin. The chuckle of the broody chicken making a nest in the same stall and the quiet laughter of the people I was with made for a blissfully unlikely scene.
No, I'm not really thinking about running away to the country and raising goats. But I have to admit that for a little while there, the idea was awfully tempting.