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Sunday, May 24, 2015
Happy Birthday Skipper & Lovee
Sometimes big things come in small packages. Today I helped deliver Skipper, a little boy goat, black and white and full of cute, and Lovee, golden and full of adorable. It was about as nerve-wracking as you can imagine, with a young first-time mom, my first time attending a goat birthing, and with a cold draft shooting up through the barn door into the barn.
But, so much went right! First off, triple blessings: we went to check on the goats before going shopping and saw she was starting to deliver, it wasn't raining, and I had everything ready. Sweet!
When Skipper seemed stuck, with just his two feet showing, I massaged a tiny bit and he slipped right out.
Lovee had no problems being delivered.
Momma Ginger appears to be very healthy and happy.
No kids were rejected.
Although Skipper needed a little help warming up, nursing, and standing, once he got going he got stronger pretty quickly. I worried that we might lose him.
There are still concerns. Ginger has stepped on Skipper a number of times and doesn't seem to be careful about where she lays down. We're not sure how the rest of the herd is going to react to the newcomers (they're all locked out of the barn right now.) The last time we had the barn shut up, Ginger pushed her way out. I've reinforced the door, and she doesn't seem inclined to go anywhere, but if she does that again and the babies try to follow, they will be crushed.
We've had a racoon nosing around. It could kill the baby goats.
So, there are worries, but I think they're pretty traditional worries. Part of farm life is understanding that things don't always go well, and sometimes they go pretty horrifically. There's pain, sorrow, loss, grief and regret. Plenty to go around for everyone. But, we had a really good day today so far. In about twenty minutes we'll go check the goats again. Who knows what we'll find? With luck, two healthy baby goats and a content mother bedded down for the night, safe and sound.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Crowing
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Friday, August 29, 2008
Fame
Last night I spent a little time, while on hold on the phone, looking at Breaking Dawn reviews, commentary, and the author's official responses to a couple of different issues. That along with my (minimal) experience with detractors has gotten me thinking about fame.
It seems like a lot of fame is no fun. For whatever reason people feel a need to own something of what you have. Maybe it's a control dynamic? I'll try to get a little more specific here to illustrate.
One example is that the readers of a book series felt the book didn't end the way they wanted. Fine. That happens a lot in fiction. Some people like happy endings, some people like tragic or non-standard endings, some require a strong twist or some sort of surprise/revelation. Often the kinds of endings are incompatible. My personal fave? A happy ending with a down note--there's a cost, a heavy price and the hero usually doesn't get to enjoy the full fruits of his or her efforts, or achieve his/her personal goals completely, though overall the world is a better place. I like happy so I let the hero live in that improved world and reap the benefits thereof. Other folks like the big, happy ending where it all comes together in celebration, with no big price tag. My Big Fat Greek Wedding is one such that I really enjoyed. But I prefer Chocolat. The price was the loss of a friend, and more subtly, a small loss of magic and the loss of the ability to help other villages, other people, though overall the immediate world of the village is a better place full of freedom and life.
Bitter readers, instead of accepting that this is the way that the author wrote it and satisfying themselves with analyzing what went wrong and where, are demanding their money back. Um, sorry? They bought the whole package when they bought into the series, with no guarantees that it'll come out the way they want. A good comparison made has been clothes. It's unethical to wear a dress to the prom and then return it because you're not going to be able to use it anymore. Or a sweater that you wore once and decided you didn't like the color. Presumably these readers tried on the fit--read the opening, the jacket cover, read some reviews online, and in the case of this particular book, read all the books prior. They have no grounds to return a 'faulty' product no more than I have grounds to return a CD after listening to it and deciding all but one song on the CD was crap. Art, music, clothing design, dance, culinary arts and so forth are not a one size fits all! There's no fault in different tastes. You'd better decide within the first bite if the chocolate cake you ordered is going to work for you. It's not fair to refuse to pay for it after you've eaten most or all of it.
But most of all, the reader can't control the writer. They can influence and inspire writers, but ultimately it's the writer's choices they're buying, not their own. The writer makes a gut call about a story and writes it the best they can. I think writers that don't listen to their audience are being foolish, but we all know that going too far the other direction creates a work by committee, and those rarely come out well.
Another thing people do in a fame situation is to try to disparage or elevate the celebrity disproportionately based on their own agendas. I see this happen all the time. A famous lawyer who happens to be a bachelor recently reported on an interview that not only is he criticized irrationally, but he's been attributed with good works that he never did. Like chickens pecking at a red spot until they create a wound deep enough to kill, some people will take a small issue and turn it into a huge problem in their minds. We see this with politicians but also with artists, writers and other people of fame. They'll also take a small positive quality and make it gawd-like--and the celebrity has nowhere to go but down from there (not to mention it's very isolating.)
I've talked before about knowing what you're getting into as a writer. In the highly unlikely event that you or someone you know becomes famous, don't imagine it's all going to be happy happy joy joy. Be careful out there. Your average person isn't mentally and emotionally prepared for fame, and once you're on that big pedestal there are lots of directions and long distances to fall.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Car is Tired and Happy Milestone O
I've been driving all over almost every day for as far back as I can think, which is not very far at the moment. I want a day at home. A whole day. No shopping of any kind, no classes (which btw O passed with A grades! Yay!) no meetings ...
And yet I thrive on meetings, enjoy shopping, and driving O to class turned out to be great discussion time. I don't want to give anyone the impression that I spent the last couple of weeks or so being dragged from one thing to another and that I hated every moment. I had a lot of fun. I'd do it all over again. But I do want to give myself a day off. Tomorrow sounds good.
Today is the boy's b-day. He's so tall and strong and smart. I'm immensely proud of him, especially now because he's coming into his own. After years of childhood luxury where failure held no terror and success didn't interest him, he's learned to succeed. He's learning he's powerful, and that with not very much effort he can achieve a great deal. He's learning that success isn't negative. That seems obvious but it really isn't. When failure has been working for you throughout your living memory, why in the world would success hold any interest? Why change and grow when things are good? People told him it would be better, but he had only our word (and the word of every adult) to vouch for success? He knew he'd need to succeed eventually, but putting it off was easy and didn't cost him anything that he could relate to.
The beauty part of where he's headed is that he decided to do this. I didn't even give him choices. We looked over his options together and this is what he decided to do instead of extending his high school education or the drawn-out failure he seemed willing to accept. He's been given opportunities like this before, but this is the first he's made his own.
My son is becoming a man. Now if I could only get him to stop teasing his sister ...
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