There were no legs, per se, just one big log that was a bit rounded on the bottom. You sat on the plank (of course) but you balanced on the one log.
The milking stool was this hand-made, rough-hewn stool that was crafted out of a log and a plank. They were nice and all, but there were two things that were extremely cool in my pre-school mind. I remember them well, one was red and short and one was huge and black and white (a Jersey and a Holstein I believe, for all you cow breed buffs). On our ranch, when I was young, we had a few milk cows that were milked every morning and evening in our barn. The one who was frozen solid in a pan of milk. And yes, it is the cat that I mentioned in the squirrel post. The above mentioned names are actually the name of one cat. I am "buying" every damn one of my imaginary internet friends an imaginary internet gift this year! (Even if you have never, ever commented before.) (My email is in my profile page as "email". So, I want each and every one of you to make a wish list - with pictures and links and whatever - and send it to me. They are mysteries wrapped in sparkly paper with crinkly bows! They are joy. Like if you have your kids (or yourself) make blankets or dolls or box up used toys and clothes and then have them take them to the shelter for battered women and their families it really opens their eyes to what is really going on in the world.īut, let's face it. Like the joy of the holidays NEEDS to overwhelm the greed. Like how everyone else buys toys for your kids and if you get one or two things they don't notice who got them what. Like how the dollar store stuffs a stocking like nobody's business. I am very thankful for that.īut I learned many things in those lean years. I have definitely had worse years than this, and my stress level is quite low comparatively. I have read a few posts of late that lament the holidays happening when there is just no money.
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