King's book is fiction, of course, but the theme is all truth. One minute you can be a typical suburban mom with a decent wardrobe, lazy weekends, some free time and spare cash, then the next day you're, well, me. I've given up any attempt to wear clothing that isn't black, navy blue or dark green (the approximate color of regurgitated goat spit), my days are consumed by goat care, goat projects or shrubbery-scavenging, and already I am a Gold-Card member at the local feed store. How did this happen?
In elementary school, my daughter was invited to a friend's house for a playdate. When I dropped Emily off, I met the child's mom, who proudly showed me her dozen-or-so goats (pets!) and confessed, "When I'm having a stressful day, I just tell my family not to bother me for an hour, and I go sit with the goats." Noticing the solitary lawn chair in the meadow, I recall thinking, "This woman is nuts! Am I really leaving my daughter here?" (Sadly, this family no longer lives in the area - what a great mentor she could be!)
Saturday was a crazy day. I got up early for a development yard sale (my most favorite activity/addiction), but on my way there I drove by a house with a large doghouse for sale out front. My "goat house radar" went on high alert, and I pulled into the driveway. (Em and Elliot are still living in a plastic box designed to hold trash cans...) Turns out, amazingly, this wooden shelter had been custom-built for two pygmy goats (!!) who had been given to a farmer when their owner had zoning conflicts. Also, the woman mentioned casually, she had 3 rolls of 6-foot high goat fencing with stakes, feeding buckets, some leftover goat medicine, and a large goat toy. (They make these?? Where? Goats-R-Us?) By this point I realize I am salivating and have to turn away to discreetly wipe the drool off my face. I never made it to the development yard sale (having handed over all my cash here), and it took me 4 trips back and forth to fit everything in my minivan (along with a cute matching chicken house for a friend).
I went out on the deck and sat with the goats.
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