Gathering Goat Eggs

A red state Catholic relocates blue and writes home about it.... politics, economics, music, culture, religion, and unfocused griping.

No goats were harmed in the writing of this blog. That could change if I don't start getting a few more hits, though.
My Caprine New Year's Resolutions

I will practice the harp at least one hour per day. Picking out the choice bits of Planxty George Brabazon or Si Bheag Si Mhor instead of learning the bloody things properly doesn't count.

I will balance the checkbook once a quarter whether it needs it or not. Failing that, I will stop interpreting a bounced check as a personal moral failing. I'm just absentminded; accept it.

I will not order the damn seeds if I'm not going to plant them until June.

I will spend less time listening to Rush Limbaugh and more time listening to the covey of quail in the hedgerow.

I will spend less time reading the Drudge Report and more time reading the Office of Readings.

And finally....

I will stop muttering "Sue the bastard" under my breath and practice waiting -- with patience, good grace, and an absence of greed, malice, or vengefulness -- for a sensible settlement offer.