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Damn, I'm in heaven. This is like the wine of milk, for me. I may get sick of it before I finish the container, but then again I may finish the container before it gets cold.
I was raised on goat's milk - my mother claimed it was better for children to digest, but really I think she just wanted some excuse to have goats. Family legend has it that when she went into labor with me, in the middle of the night on Swan's Island, and a lobsterman offered to take her and my father over to Ellsworth Hospital in his outboard motorboat, she refused to get into the dingy until they put her goat in. Why, I can't imagine - it's not like the goat would be allowed to accompany her into the hospital.
But you normally just can't buy goat's milk in stores around here, so I haven't had it in years - since we stopped milking goats at home. I don't know why Mom stopped taking care of the goats, exactly. I think it was that her alcoholism and depression got far enough advanced that she couldn't get it together. A couple of years ago I bought a can of goat's milk, but it wasn't the same - too thick, I guess. Tasted amazing in soup, though. But now the same company is doing the septic boxes, and I saw it for sale today when I was looking for gluten-free breadcrumbs down at Wild Oats.
I usually avoid buying things at Wild Oats because they installed themselves next to our local co-op, the Whole Grocer, but WG was closed by the time I went out to get breadcrumbs, because I've had such a damned frustrating day. I felt like I didn't deserve to buy myself expensive milk, because I didn't get things done that I needed to do, but at the same time, after so much frustration, I wanted something nice.
The frustration all focused around the car - our Little Green Wonder. Poor thing failed inspection yesterday due to her muffler being rusted out, third taillight not functioning and the guy at Forest City Chevrolet also said the front rotors needed to be turned down. Now, don't I sound like I know what I'm talking about? Well, I really don't, but I've had a bit of an education in the past two days. First bit of education - I think Forest City are just being gouging assholes to me.
I took his list of demands and went first to Sears, yesterday, and asked to have the rotors turned down. The guy there took a look at them, in the same way he would be allowed to if he were doing a legal inspection, and said he couldn't see anything wrong with them, and that unless I'd been experiencing some trouble with them it was best not to turn them down. He stood and very patiently explained that there's no way the rotors should be considered a point on which to fail an inspection. Now, when someone is turning down work I'm inclined to believe them, so I'm feeling pissed at the guys at Forest City. I've been taking this car to them for the past 2 years and before I started with them it never needed hardly any maintenance, but since I've been taking it to them it's needed one thing after another. Now that may just be coincidence, the car's age catching up with it.... or maybe they're dicking me around. And the thing I wonder is, if![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor had been bringing the car in, would they have dicked him around? I have heard Click and Clack recommend to women that they get a guy to take the car to the shop because they think there's lots of unscrupulous, male chauvanist pig mechanics out there.
So, anyway.eor got the third taillight fixed (the wiring was screwed - a connector was turned around backward. How the heck it got that way is a mystery. But, gosh, isn't it interesting that we started having all the trouble with the electrical system after the last trip to Forest City? Hm.) and he began to take the muffler off. However, a peice of it stayed rusted to the tailpipe. He worked on it until the thunderstorm came up last night and drove us indoors. We decided I would take it out to Sears and get them to take the rusted peice off and finish putting the muffler on. But today I drive out there sans tailpipe and find they don't do exhaust system work.
As by this timeeor was asleep for the day, and it was Sunday so everything was closed, I was in a fret about it all day. I've decided I have to take it to someone tomorrow, but I also decided I had to take at least a shot at getting that rusted part off. I took a screwdriver (since I couldn't find a chisel) and a hammer and spent some time under the car. Good arm and shoulder workout, but no luck at all moving that rusted metal.
But, second bit of education for the day - when a woman is lying under a car working on it, other women passing by will say hello.:)
Okay, Googling for the site for Click and Clack (the guys who do "Car Talk") I ran into The NPR Blooper Reel - *chortle* :)
I was raised on goat's milk - my mother claimed it was better for children to digest, but really I think she just wanted some excuse to have goats. Family legend has it that when she went into labor with me, in the middle of the night on Swan's Island, and a lobsterman offered to take her and my father over to Ellsworth Hospital in his outboard motorboat, she refused to get into the dingy until they put her goat in. Why, I can't imagine - it's not like the goat would be allowed to accompany her into the hospital.
But you normally just can't buy goat's milk in stores around here, so I haven't had it in years - since we stopped milking goats at home. I don't know why Mom stopped taking care of the goats, exactly. I think it was that her alcoholism and depression got far enough advanced that she couldn't get it together. A couple of years ago I bought a can of goat's milk, but it wasn't the same - too thick, I guess. Tasted amazing in soup, though. But now the same company is doing the septic boxes, and I saw it for sale today when I was looking for gluten-free breadcrumbs down at Wild Oats.
I usually avoid buying things at Wild Oats because they installed themselves next to our local co-op, the Whole Grocer, but WG was closed by the time I went out to get breadcrumbs, because I've had such a damned frustrating day. I felt like I didn't deserve to buy myself expensive milk, because I didn't get things done that I needed to do, but at the same time, after so much frustration, I wanted something nice.
The frustration all focused around the car - our Little Green Wonder. Poor thing failed inspection yesterday due to her muffler being rusted out, third taillight not functioning and the guy at Forest City Chevrolet also said the front rotors needed to be turned down. Now, don't I sound like I know what I'm talking about? Well, I really don't, but I've had a bit of an education in the past two days. First bit of education - I think Forest City are just being gouging assholes to me.
I took his list of demands and went first to Sears, yesterday, and asked to have the rotors turned down. The guy there took a look at them, in the same way he would be allowed to if he were doing a legal inspection, and said he couldn't see anything wrong with them, and that unless I'd been experiencing some trouble with them it was best not to turn them down. He stood and very patiently explained that there's no way the rotors should be considered a point on which to fail an inspection. Now, when someone is turning down work I'm inclined to believe them, so I'm feeling pissed at the guys at Forest City. I've been taking this car to them for the past 2 years and before I started with them it never needed hardly any maintenance, but since I've been taking it to them it's needed one thing after another. Now that may just be coincidence, the car's age catching up with it.... or maybe they're dicking me around. And the thing I wonder is, if
eor had been bringing the car in, would they have dicked him around? I have heard Click and Clack recommend to women that they get a guy to take the car to the shop because they think there's lots of unscrupulous, male chauvanist pig mechanics out there. So, anyway.
eor got the third taillight fixed (the wiring was screwed - a connector was turned around backward. How the heck it got that way is a mystery. But, gosh, isn't it interesting that we started having all the trouble with the electrical system after the last trip to Forest City? Hm.) and he began to take the muffler off. However, a peice of it stayed rusted to the tailpipe. He worked on it until the thunderstorm came up last night and drove us indoors. We decided I would take it out to Sears and get them to take the rusted peice off and finish putting the muffler on. But today I drive out there sans tailpipe and find they don't do exhaust system work. As by this time
eor was asleep for the day, and it was Sunday so everything was closed, I was in a fret about it all day. I've decided I have to take it to someone tomorrow, but I also decided I had to take at least a shot at getting that rusted part off. I took a screwdriver (since I couldn't find a chisel) and a hammer and spent some time under the car. Good arm and shoulder workout, but no luck at all moving that rusted metal. But, second bit of education for the day - when a woman is lying under a car working on it, other women passing by will say hello.:)
Okay, Googling for the site for Click and Clack (the guys who do "Car Talk") I ran into The NPR Blooper Reel - *chortle* :)