It was a good fair until we packed up and headed home. One prize winning goat took it into her head to jump OVER the tailgate of the truck and I thought she'd broken her leg (this is Thelma, who has already survived one broken leg). But today she is walking. Husband Larry, in the other truck, had the wooden milking stand fly out of the truck bed as he got onto Hwy 29. Amazingly, IT survived. God was watching over us all, but by the time we had put animals and other stuff away I was past stressed.
Today we cleaned up equipment and trucks and I cleaned the worst parts of the house and made us the first homemade dinner in days. Nice.
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