Hello world!

Recently, I moved to Long Creek, Oregon, with my sweetie, who is teaching at the school here. This blog is primarily for those friends and relatives hungry for news of us as we start a grand new adventure far from the “maddening crowd.”  Lest  any one be fooled, it is not that people are not maddening here as well at times. It is simply that there are so few people, it’s pretty hard to get mad at them. Big apologies to everyone for taking a month and half to even get to this point. It took that long to save up the sizable investment to get satellite Internet. In fact, I had asked for an adventure, but really, I forgot Bilbo Baggins’ sad lament, “I guess adventures aren’t all pony rides in May.” So, actually, I was looking for a lark, but, hey, that’s okay. It’s good to know I still have it in me. After all, in the last month, I’ve lived without water and a stove for a good two weeks, then another half month without a working shower; taken a freezing ass cold shower in the girls’ locker room at the school, whacked myself in the face hard enough to crack a cheekbone, cleaned out ten truckloads of garbage from the little house we now live in and applied ten gallons of paint to the interior and almost completed the animals’ shelters. Right now, Butterbrickle, my oldest Pygora doe, is almost halfway through her pregnancy and looking pretty much like at least twins. The doelings are putting out fleece as fast as they can and the ladies (chickens) went into a molt so fast it looked like chicken explosions in the barnyard. I’m almost unpacked and have crammed about everything I can into 550 square feet of space. It’s wonderful.