And I'm back. Things have changed since last we spoke. Madman and I have parted.
So, I left behind Vermont and my sheep and my gardens, and moved back to my hometown in upstate NY. My dad found out that you're never too old for your kids to move back in suddenly. (I'm sure he thought he was safe from that when he hit eighty...)
So now I've got pigs and alpacas instead of sheep and chickens.
And there was a moment last fall, as I stood in the dark, in the mud, in the rain, waiting for my dad to drive a roaming pig back my way so I could deflect it into its pen, when I paused for a moment and thought: yeah, some things never change...