Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.
Not dying.
Just logging off.
Getting a job no one cares about.
Growing tomatoes.
Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.
Not as a failure.
But as a kind of freedom.
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The joys of farm life! Several years ago I went in the morning to turn the dog and cat out of the kennel, to discover the kennel was a winter wonderland of ice! A pipe in the cat stall had burst, spewed, frozen, and was spewing again as I arrived at the kennel. Needless to say a very wet, bedraggled, angry cat was waiting impatiently at the door and was happy to make his escape! So glad you solved your problem and Jade can drink again. Blessings to you and Jill from our Angus farm in Alabama.
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