Eric left a giftie for Mom. It stuck.
I've been cooking enough recently that spices have been completely overwhelmingly expensive. Buying two ounce jars at six dollars a jar becomes too much for spices when you use up the jar in three meals.
Mom showed me the bulk spice section at Sprouts, and now I am relieved that I can cook with abandon again.
They know my voice now. I miss 19, who has been moved back to her home turf with her baby, Boop, but 16 does a good job of responding to me when I call. 19 didn't run away, even when I had sudden movements, but 16 and her partners, hooboy, they SCATTER when I move too quickly.
When Mom and I went for groceries, I picked up a bag of carrots to toss to the sheep. The trick when tossing them is to distract the ram with a small amount of food, and then shove a large amount of food at the rest of the sheep. This process is complicated by the addition of the second ram, though he might be a wether, I haven't looked (though, really, it would likely be obvious if I did look).
Found out I likely have a hive of carpenter bees in the Asian pear tree.
I tried picking a pear ZOOOM bee flew out with its loud, low hum. Okay, move to a different pear, ZOOM another bee flew out from the branch with its loud, low hum. Repeat another four times until I hit a branch and SIX of them flew out and hummed down at me. I ran, screaming, "RUN, MOM, RUN!", while Mom rolled her eyes and batted them away from her face.
That momma, she's one tough cookie.
Irrigation is tonight. Given there hasn't been rain for the last two weeks, this irrigation should be much calmer than the last one.
Eric and Mom went scorpion hunting tonight. Apparently there were ... a lot tonight.