This morning I used the last of the raw goat milk in the refrigerator. This is amazing milk from my own herd of miniature Nubians. The herd I can’t milk anymore because I’m destroying the joints in my thumbs. I’ve hand-milked my girls for 13 years and now I can no longer. This is likely my very last cappuccino made with raw goat milk.
- About 1 cup of raw goat milk steamed – and even better frothed.
- Espresso – more shots are better
- Raw honey and raw cocao powder
- Raw EV coconut oil
I tend to overdo things. Since I can’t milk the herd anymore I’ve sold some of the goats to pay for my next hobby… Which may not be any easier on my hands, truthfully. If I decide to do something it’s a little too much or a little too many.
So I’m learning Scrivener and studying writing at the same time. And still homeschooling, because, you know, too much is never enough.
I’d like to spend all my days sipping cappuccinos and riding my horses, but I’d also like to write some books and, oh ya- get a flock of sheep. Because, that’s why. Why not?
My days are busy and full. Full of people and animals I love. Juggling it all is a First World Problem. I’m not complaining. I just want to do it all well. That’s a problem. I’m not an over achiever in the normal sense. Well, maybe I am that but I’m not a perfectionist. Not even close.
Here’s an example of More is Better around here: we have 19 dogs right now. No lie. True, 14 of them are puppies that will find their new farm or ranch to patrol in a couple months. Our Maremma LGDs have been busy with summer lovin’ and now I’ve got puppies out of my ears.
Sometimes it’s all overwhelming. I need a vacation but who on earth would be able to keep up with all this while I escaped for awhile? Nobody’s that crazy. Hey, wait…
I do try to work out once in awhile and also do my yoga asanas. And I have t forgotten about learning Hebrew, but I’m putting that off until my youngest son learns to read. Too many alphabets and aleph bets to keep track of.
My husband on the other hand likes football and crossfit. He has a chocolate milk addiction that’s as bad as my Starbucks addiction, but somehow we make it work 😄🏃🏽☕️
We are convinced we must make all this craziness we share work. Because little people. The next generations. I think it’s rare that people consider others over themselves these days. Including their own offspring. Does anyone care anymore that families are fractured and that it’s crumbling our society and moral compass even? I have to wonder about that kind of thing but if I let myself go there, especially watching marriages of people I know drop like flies, you know… I’ll do it too much.
So these are things I’m thinking as I sip my last rich, creamy, and so-yummy -goat milk-from-my-own-herd cappuccino this morning.
Time to crack open my Bible and enjoy the best part of my excellent days.