Animals are more dispensable around here than they are to city folks. This is sometimes a necessity in the country. I alluded to one of the darker aspects of this fact of life when David was visiting, and he said, "Don't blog about it!"
Trust me, I wouldn't. I've spent years following Pioneer Woman's blog, and I've seen city folks criticize her for pictures of her husband and the hired hands roping calves and castrating them. When people criticize Ree Drummond, they do it in a BIG way. I have seen whole blogs dedicated to bashing her.
My husband butchered for over twenty years. It may seem like a cruel way of making a living, but until the whole world becomes vegetarian, somebody has to do it, . One thing Cliff always made sure of, though, was that the animal died instantly and without pain. He is the one who put Blue down for me, and when he was finished with the task, said, "He never knew what hit him."
My family could tell you about various things I don't include in my blog, and not all of them have anything to do with animals. Sometimes I'm just avoiding the judgement of others.
When I take pictures in the house, I sometimes crop them so you don't see certain things: clutter on the end table, for instance. Or I'll pick things up hastily so people don't see what a lousy housekeeper I am. If that's dishonest, so be it.
If you have thought of me as totally honest, loving, and hard-working, I'm just letting you know that this tarnished angel flies pretty darned close to the ground.
Moving on: I had another wonderful day yesterday. Great-granddaughter Kami spent several hours with me while my daughter and her girls went to the beauty shop. This is the first time she's been here alone with me, and it was great fun. I held the camera at arms length and took this picture.
Isn't she beautiful?
Good times. Things I can blog about.
(How about the fact that I am wearing the same sweatshirt two days in a row and it's on my blog for all the world to see?)
