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| Caramel, my future pet goat |
While all the confusion and lostness of this move remains true and real, I will say that I am extremely grateful to have a few friends here – people that I have known since I was 12, 14, 18 – and they have welcomed me, invited me to their homes, housed me when I needed a place to stay before I moved here, and fed me wonderful meals. Their kids entertain me and help me keep a lid on my [by now] screaming maternal instinct. One friend, Kira, is as close to a Pioneer Woman as one can get – she works one and a half full-time jobs in addition to raising a family, being involved in her community, working a vegetable garden, and keeping many animals. (She worries that she is not doing enough. Oy.) She has had me over for several amazing, home-cooked, locally-grown, healthy and delicious meals (the woman grinds her own flour and makes her own yogurt!!!).
And best of all, she has allowed me to come snuggle their new baby Nigerian Dwarf goats whenever I want.
This is a picture of the one I fell in love with, because she let me snuggle her and she gave me little tiny kisses all over my cheeks and chin.
Kira doesn’t realize how much power snuggling a baby goat has to chase away sadness and loneliness.
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| (It's dark, but the baby goat is there...) |
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