Woke up this morning to discover that the musical dog trials of the night ended up with "... all in their places with bright shining faces. So this is the way - to start a new day!"
We have three acres, half a dozen pens and enclosures, and three dogs (Kangals) charged with guardian duties. They are large and gentle beasts, even with the chickens, except that one will kill the others if they come in contact, so she has to be kept separate at all times. Also, she can't be on night duty because she howls and the neighbor complains. But she can't be in the house, either, because the older dog is in there during the day so I can give her meds. Then she can go out later for night duty. She doesn't howl, but she does want to come in around dawn. This involves a very complicated system of opening and closing gates, putting on and removing doggie door covers, calling in and rushing out various beasts, rewards with cookies and - of course - flawless communication amongst human caretakers so that we more or less know what is going on. Last night the two dogs wanted to trade beds, so we tentatively reversed the routine - and it went splendidly! Why? Communication! (And maybe careful gate-closures.) Ta-da: Thing 1!
Thing 2 was when hubby gallantly agreed to put together some dinner for us as I sat knitting (and, ok, maybe pouting a bit) on the couch watching the evening news. But I managed not to wine, I mean whine.
"What's for dinner?" he inquired, as he cheerfully emerging from a darkened computer room for the first time in hours.
Me, quietly: "What dinner." Silence. "I did breakfast and lunch and I don't want to go in that kitchen any more today," I elaborated. A brief discussion of how nice it would be to have a salad, and what leftovers were and were not left over ensued, and then he disappeared. I returned to the knitting and the news.
Then, suddenly a tinkling as welcome and the laughter of angles rang out at the table behind where I was sitting: dishes, silverware, the table being set! Glory, glory - dinner is served!
Thing 3 was born when someone admired a fleece that I had put up for sale, but said she wished she had more money. I suggested that she make me an offer, and one thing led to another until suddenly we were talking PayPal and discussing various aspects of washing and dyeing and spinning and playing with fiber. I feel good, she feels good, now THAT's a good thing for sure!