No More Leftovers

There are still some goat cheese and a little bit of yogurt left in the fridge now that the Thanksgiving leftovers are demolished. Aidan is doing his two cello things in Philly with his mom which takes until late this afternoon to finish. Keoni is off visiting local friends. John is somewhere at the other end of the house; his presence occasionally evident when the dogs are let in or out. All but the dogs will converge at the iMax to see the latest Hunger Games edition. I'm not going! Yea! Would have liked some other way to spend Keoni's last evening here, but Katniss rules. "A" being the top ranking of A, B, C, or D, I'd give any Hunger Games a ranking of D-; D for Depraved and worse. But who am I to judge; I laughed at Fargo.

Yesterday, the fencing project came to a halt when the fence wire ran out about six or eight posts short of completion. It was just before rain set in. This morning the three completed sides are looking good...

...though it seems different that the wire goes on the outside of the posts. There was already hot wire  for horse fence on the post insides so that probably answers my puzzlement. They still have Mustang Austin who'll enjoy a change I don't doubt.

Aidan taped papers together again yesterday afternoon to draw a big eye with reflections in it. He turned down big paper and drawing pencils to borrow tape and copy paper to put this together...

...he's working on shadings.

Toby's gradually doing his eating at the barn (and whatever he hunts down). I still give him a splash of goat milk in the mornings. I checked his warmer/tent affair up in the center area of the two lofts, and it is fine. Wendy says she mostly sees him hunkered down between hay bales though. So, that seems to be working OK for him. He sleeps with Fancy and Sebastian on the porch when they're out there, or hogs the big dog pillow from Frezz when the short hairs go inside. Frezz is pretty tricky getting out of the barn lot fence, so he is taken in at night, too. He lives for passion and complete abandon when deer or turkeys roam by.

The walks I'm taking are slightly abbreviated, but I'm happy to be out and trudging along. Each time it seems to get a little better. Not quite ready for prime time, but all will be well.