I almost threw out a sheet of plywood when I cleaned out the basement. I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. Our garbage company would not take the plywood unless it was cut into smaller pieces. I was going to cut it up and throw it out next week.
This morning my daughter Timber decided she wanted to milk a cow. She had been milking a goat the past few days. Now she wanted to milk a cow. We have a wooden plywood goat we brought with us from California. The wooden Boer goat was used for a display in the Livestock Building above the market goat pens at the Santa Cruz County Fair in Watsonville, California, the fall of 2010.
Timber stapled a purple rubber glove to the back of the wooden goat and poked holes at the end of each finger. She placed a small white plastic bucket under the rubber glove and milked the goat.
This morning the piece of plywood was just a piece of plywood. I was upstairs still working on the same school reports I was working on when the tub overflowed on June 1, 2012. The reports are due Friday morning at 9:00 AM. I still have three more days to finish them, and I did have all day to work on the reports. Drawing a cow, and using my Bosch Skill saw, did sound more exciting than doing the report this morning at nine.
I don’t want to be the kind of mother who always says, after I sweep the kitchen, or after I mow the lawn, or after I write a novel, or after I do the reports. I want to be a mother who says, “Sure, let’s do it.”
The cows name is Bessy. She needs a bell, a pink udder, and a tail. We are going to buy pink rubber gloves, a cow bell, and sew a tail.
I will finish the reports tomorrow.
