The Thursday Night Post

Guys, I have a slight problem.  The cute puppy, Charlie, fancies herself a cow herding dog.  But she doesn’t really know what she is doing.  At all.  And she ends up just infuriating all bovine.

I do not know how to make her stop.   She is like thirty pounds of insanity.

Yesterday, I was in the back 40 checking on the cows, as I am wont to do, when out of nowhere, there was a stampede coming towards me.  I literally had to jump out of the way to spare my life.

To SPARE my life.

I told this to David.  He seemed unimpressed.  This bothered me.  I would like someone to care that I almost died because of a crazy thirty pound puppy who does not listen to the word “no.”

On Tuesday night, Kate and I were enjoying some evening hot tub time when we saw Charlie chasing the heifers.  So, there we were, hanging over the side of the hot tub yelling at the dang dog to stop chasing the dang heifers.  And did she stop?  No.

I thought to myself:  These are the moments your kids are going to remember of your family.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

This quarantine thing is going on forever, don’t you think?

We are doing puzzles as a family.  So that’s new.

Oh!  And David and I are totally into watching The Waltons TV show right now.  So that’s fun.

Goodnight, Jim-Bob!  Goodnight, Mary Ellen!

I gave all the males a haircut.  David’s looks fine.  The boys look like their mom tried to cut their hair in quarantine.  It looks bad, but not bad enough to fix.

I am getting the hang of this online teaching thing, but it is just way better to have the kids in a classroom.

I am always trying to make videos and my own children think I am a lunatic.  I sit at the table and read books and teach math and yell at everyone to keep quiet because I am trying to mold and shape young minds.

Today, I was reading Charlotte’s Web.  And can I tell you how much I love reading Charlotte’s Web to first graders?  Every year, I like it more and more.  If you have not yet read this book, I implore you:  read it.

Anywho.  I was sitting at the table, reading the lovely book, when LD walks out onto the back deck.  It was right behind me, so it was probably a bit disruptive, but I let it go because I was almost done with the chapter, and who has time to start over these days?

But then.

The horror.

I realized the child was peeing off the back deck.  In the background of my video.

For first graders.

So that added a bit of spice to Charlotte’s Web chapter ten.

Stand down, Readers!  I deleted it and started over.  Also, no matter what I do, I have eight chins and a super annoying voice in all my videos.

Alright.  Happy Thursday.

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4 Responses to The Thursday Night Post

  1. Sarah says:

    I have a friend, who, every night since lockdown has posted a clip of the Waltons saying goodnight on the church WhatsApp group. The first night he didn’t there was an outcry, so back it came! 😄
    I made my first video of me reading a book this week – was so relieved to nail it in one take!
    Love your updates! Thank you.

  2. Calfkeeper says:

    Haha! Adventures with puppies and boys! Wonderful stories. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Lynette says:

    I’ve always heard that the difference between a good haircut and a bad one…about two weeks. At least it will grow!
    Keep your stories coming. Still a fan after all these years!
    Have a good weekend.

  4. Ruth says:

    I am laughing inside at the thought of you NOT realizing what that boy was doing outside on the deck behind you and the school children seeing it all on your video!! Until you said you deleted it. Then I stopped laughing inside.
    Yeah, compared to your days, David has a much easier job. Even if he has to climb poles.
    Don’t know about a boy saying he has done enough chores for one day when you tell him to do his chores/ or need help….might have to stop cooking meals for him because you’ve done enough cooking already?
    Very nice to see more posts from you!! Sorry about the covid reason why though.

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