Still Thinking…

I have been wanting to update this blog but the Summer sun distracted me. Sometimes I think blogging is detrimental to friendships because no one calls you anymore, citing “I read you did this and that on your blog…” as a way to catch up. What bull. Nothing replaces real time spent talking on the phone, email or hanging out to nurture friendships, so all of you out there guilty of doing this own up. There are maaaaannnyyy…lol.

So this week was our supposed vacation week. The past 3 weeks or so were hectic; fireworks, expo, friends from overseas staying over and of all things, our car broke down. We are pretty sure the time is almost up for the Honda Accord, and so we have been amusing ourselves test driving cars and reading reviews after reviews.

Thank God Cookie is healing well, out of depression AND up and about. In fact, enjoying too much of the outdoors may I add. He has been behaving more like a dog lately, extremely obedient on command and he walks with a bounce beside us on cue. Weird cat. DH swears Cookie is a dog incarnate.

The best news lately is the family goat farm in Malacca. The goats finally arrived and so begin our foray into making an abandoned land into something productive.A long, long time ago my great-grandparents left a chunk of land to my mother and her sisters, but the land was left abandoned for decades. Until someone (I still don’t know WHO exactly! I am the youngest in my generation and get left out of important information often…hahahahah) decided to set up a full service goat farm. This is a major milestone for my family, as we have never ventured into a business in such a scale as a family before, and definitely not farming! Between us are people who specialise in engineering, technician, accounts, entrepreneurs, administrative, parks and recreation, journalism and broadcast, IT and management. Note that NONE of us have any experience in farming, let alone setting one up. But I suppose our motivation is to make good use of an inherited land, something that our ancestors will be proud of and the kids can call their own.

Talking about kids, I think they had a blast visiting the family goat farm. Being the urbanites they are, this venture brings them back to their roots.
I will let my niece tell the story about how that visit was (now that the goats are in!).

Perhaps I will never look at a goat the same way again. Then again, I don’t get to see them in its full glory here in Canada – only the cut ones.