July 24th, 2006


Week End Ends, Film at Eleven

So. Even with a daytrip drive to Deltona and back. Even with a hustling extraction of bootie from the U-Haul truck on Sunday to get unloaded before the skys opened up. Even with several (brief) power outages from lightning strikes and the very close presence of a certain Border Collie Brother who is afraid of thunder. I hereby declare it a good and restful weekend.

We did indeed truck on down to Deltona to pick up the majority of the last of the schtuph which Herself is bringing home from Mother Mary's house. Uneventful trip. That's the kind we like. I used to laugh about U-Haul's slogan, "Adventures in Moving" because as a good friend of mine used to say, that's the least preferred time to have an adventure, when one is moving their own household. Houdini travels very well, and appeared to enjoy his adventure.

We got the majority of things unloaded into Studio for temporary storage before the first round of rainfall, then paused and waited to unload a new mattress and box springs into the Big House for that rain. As it began to slow down, we received a pleasant surprise and brief visit from Skippy and MK of fatfred's place, after which we moved the mattress & springs. Just in time, too, because the sky opened up in earnest at that point, which started the series of power supply blips.

When that died down, we loaded up (including Houdini) and returned the U-Haul to Williston. Houdini came with us because it looked like more storms on the horizon. Following the drop-off (no drop box for the key, though, but hey, this is Williston. Herself will drop the key off today) we spun past the grocery store and then headed home for steak, portabella mushrooms, fresh zuccini and home-baked buscuits for dinner. Ate dinner while watching some of the episodes from Firefly we've not previously viewed off the recently acquired DVD set. I do so enjoy Herself's cooking. Yum.

Then off to bed expecting to be woken by severe weather again (actually, probably by a Houdini telling us about severe weather), but either he simply sacked in next to the bed or the weather passed us to the north. Either way, back to Hospital today.

Ranch Problems

We are down another goat. I saw the carcass this morning on my way out to work, and Herself confirms it is a canid kill. This one isn't eaten at all, which is leaning us to think that we've got neighbor dog problems again. It's an old and ongoing story for us, an ugly one too. One neighbor who doesn't believe in keeping his dogs in control, and who's response to Herself years back to a request to do so to avoid livestock kills was, "You live in the country now. Things like that happen." The dogs are just doing what their genes tell them to do, something which our dogs do as well, though under control and with training so they don't hurt the livestock, they only herd the livestock. But the dogs lose in this equation, because the owner can't be dealt with the same way.

This same owner and I had a direct discussion; that discussion followed a visit on another occasion when the Alachua County Sherriff deputy explained, and had them read, the appropriate portion of the FL legal code, that a dog attacking livestock can be destroyed by the livestock owner. Said owner stated he didn't want any trouble. I explained to him that I don't either, and for me trouble starts when someone lets their dogs loose after my livestock, since they represent dollars, not pets. So some dog killing livestock is the same as stealing from me.

Fine. We live in the country now. Dog may not come home one day. Things like that happen, too.