This is the big weekend in Bratt, the Strolling of the Heifers. I worked on the first one, back in the Dark Ages. That was a simple sweet parade of little cows and their proud, mostly child age, handlers. Now it's a huge deal with promotions and corporate sponsors and thousands of people showing up to eat dairy products. I'll watch the highlights on our community tv station.
Speaking of dairy products, my old pal Wendy has gotten her cheese shop back up and running! Yay! She does do mail oder, and has the most incredible knowledge and selection of cheeses (local Vermont cheeses and worldwide). She's an old-fashioned cheesemonger:
And my friend Susan's book is in paperback at last!
In other news, there's a wondrous bunch of photos of the universe here:
If you click on the site button, you can feed a shelter animal here:
and you can go click that every day!
It's Bilderberg Week
Here's proof that the more things change the more they stay the same, in a musical way
How come there are so few Maryanns and Donalds these days?
I'm going to go nurse away the rest of this headcold. Please hold a thought for us that we don't get the flood they're threatening us with again, this weekend. The cows are waterproof, but they'll throw us out of here if there's any flooding at all and I'm just not up for all that again. Fingers and hooves crossed.
The Door Is Ajar.
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