Mark has been eating Whole30/Paleo since last October. He has lost 30 pounds, all the pain and inflammation in his joints, and has experienced countless other improvements in his health. His pants are so loose that he looks like a hobo with his belt cinched in tight enough to hold them up. He is slowly replacing his clothes that don't fit with some that do. He's lookin' pretty hot, I must say!
This is our new Toulouse Goose:
We are unsure of its gender, but the person we got it from thought at first she was a female, but then when it started fighting with her other male, she thought it also might be a male and wanted to get rid of it. We were just watching and waiting to see if it got aggressive or starting laying eggs. The kids call it Gwin, I think.
Last night, Evie had the misfortune of being attacked by the goose. She was down on the ground trying to kick it off her while it bit her boots. She wasn't hurt, just shaken up a bit. And she was worried that the goose would get hurt if she kicked it too hard. Mark went in to show the goose who was boss after he rescued Evie. He used goose language and spread his arms wide, flapping them and hissing like he was the dominant male (because he is). Guess what happened when he flapped his "wings"?
His wedding ring flew off his finger and disappeared in the long grass in the pasture.
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| The wedding band falls off Mark's finger. |
There is another part to this story. When Mark's dad had open heart surgery, he lost a lot of weight. One day he was up on the roof cleaning out the gutters and his wedding ring fell off and got lost. He never found it, so somewhere around the house, buried now thanks to the bulldozing we had to do a few years ago, there is a gold wedding band. If Mark's wedding band had to be lost, I couldn't think of a better place for it to go... two lost wedding bands on our property....
But the band wasn't lost forever. Mark watched where it landed and with Evie's help found it. We are now in the market for a new one!
