this. I can't go get one of those, so I find myself trolling around the Corgi rescue site looking for a sister for Oliver. Alas, I know from experience babies and dogs are all like "me, me, me, take care of me" and oh boy, do I really want to go there? I tell my uterus to shut up while I explore options further down the food chain.
-I struck out with Not Don in my quest to raise chickens.
-I struck out with the bee guild in my quest to be a beekeeper.
No human, no mammal, no fowl, no insect.
Fine. I want a rain barrel.
I don't know if I'll be able to handle the extra pressure and time demands droplets would place on me. Am I responsible enough, or will someone else have to take over their care when I lose interest? Am I worthy of custody? Give me a chance, Rain! I won't let you down. My uterus is already singing that "slide down my rain barrel" song.
This is my rock and roll love letter to you.
1 week ago