Turkeys and Mayonnaise
It seems we're in a trough again where troubles flow in like continuous little waves. Not enough to drown you, just enough to make you tired from swimming against the current.
One little goat was on the verge of getting sick but treating her with 3 doses of antibiotic and a little change in diet is bringing her around.
Dan's truck wouldn't start so we took it to the shop. The next day my jeep started making weird noises so we dropped it off when we picked up the truck. Both are old vehicles so repairs are common.
Some of the work done in June to repair wall cracks in the house and the mirador floor was done poorly so we had to have it redone by someone else. Money flies out the door here like an escaping canary.
Water pressure was dwindling so my favorite plumber came and fixed it and adjusted my on demand hot water system.
One turkey died and we found someone close by who sold us two more. Hopefully, one or two of the new ones are boys so I can hatch some eggs.
Between every wave peak there's a little lull, a chance to catch your breath. Sometimes you need to take advantage of these moments with a nap, or a good movie, or a cup of tea and a thriving kitten in your lap. Mental restoration.
Today I tackled something I've put off for months. I made mayonnaise. Sounds simple, and as long as you follow the important order of operations it actually is simple. Very much symbolic of life.
My first attempt I used the correct ingredients but didn't follow prep instructions. It's still liquid, no emulsifying took place. But all ingredients are healthy for the dogs so they get a couple spoons full on their food till it's gone. They're happy.
My second attempt was by the rules and the result was thick, creamy, white, delicious, mayonnaise. Just what was promised. I was thrilled.
Same ingredients but handled differently brought results completely opposite from each other. The first try was hurried and I thought I knew how, but didn't. The second try was patient and receptive to instruction.
The turkeys and the mayo are real life lessons. When you lose something, it's either meant to be lost because you don't need it to survive, or it's meant to come back to you, sometimes in a different way. And you always need trust, patience, and gratefulness for the best result of your efforts. Keep those three things in your head and heart and no matter how big the waves get, you'll float over them.
Blessings.
