Another exciting week at retirement

Started the new job last Monday taking care of an elderly couple just a little more elderly than myself.
The blind leading the blind.
Kids back for the weekend all full of their new adventure with tales of pentecostal women chasing dogs with a borrowed stun gun & the Grandkid being so bored that she took down all the ceiling light globes in their new home and cleaned them. Unusual seventeen-year old.
The Grandkid in Iraq called and sounds lonesome. He is letting his sister(the globe cleaner)
borrow his pickup truck for his duration so she can have something to drive to College this fall. Pretty great set of kids if I do say so myself.
They are trying this weekend to plug the holes in the fences that the goats have been leaking out of and gather a few more things to move. Had planned to move some furniture but an all day sideways rainstorm persisted so those plans were shelved.
Sunday school lesson this morning was about contentment and the question was asked if anyone had ever been in real need or actually went hungry. One lady asserted that none of us present had ever experienced real deprivation. She was wrong.
It reminded me of the first Christmas Don and I spent after our marriage when we both lost our jobs. Some days all we had to eat were white radishes from the garden wrapped in a piece of bread.
We were reduced to eating Don's brood does from his rabbitry and eating fish from a previous trip he had taken with his buddies at work.
It really chapped him when I packed him green bean sandwiches in his lunchbox. Couldn't blame him one bit.
On Christmas eve that year we were invited to a friend's cabin up the canyon who were eating goat chili. I had never before or have never since tasted chili that tasted that good after a week of radish sandwiches. It was goat chili and if these resident escape artists we are harboring don't stop tearing up fences with their little sharp horns, I may look up the recipe.
Of course they are adorable pets and the littlest one, like the others will almost climb my pantsleg to be picked up and petted. Other times, she acts like I am the grim reaper and tries to scatter herself to the wind, leaping, twisting and turning flips like a maniac.
They are cute and the owners (my Daughter & Granddaughter) keep saying they are going to start selling them soon but if all the cooing and cuddling they are doing with this last one is any indication, we are going to be up to our behinds in goats this time next year.
Oops. They'rebaaaaack!