Another weekend behind us. The goat opened late Saturday:1:30 early Sunday morning.Thanks Rob and Tammy for allowing us to serve you.

After not enough sleep,

While working on the turtle Sunday at 12:00 we were exploring possible privy locations when attacked by ground bees. When someone is attacked by ground bees it is important not to stick ones nose near the swarm and say "woh,what is it-- bees? " My friends CAN run and dance at the same time. Ms. Anne straight up bush whacked though what others might call impenetrable bush.Well, one couldn't really call it whacking because there was no whacking to be done. It was more of a long arced bounding of sorts. When I realized how impractical and effective her escape route was I was dumbfounded.

The man who was repeatedly stung was playing the concertina only moments earlier. These facts seem to be unrelated. Although, the idea that the cool day had engendered a sleepy hive only to be slowly stoked by the monsignor's playing, eventually erupting to overtake said clergyman, culminating in an orchestrated dance choreographed by the bees, is a sweet one!

Someone put a dozen or so screws point up, on liquor bottles in a manner that spoke of great pride and forethought. I was unable to discern any intentional message via the liquor choices.

Also, we seem to have both a mouse and a Douglas squirrel in residence. Does anyone know if these types get along?

There seems to be sustained talk of post-apocalyptic economies about.

t