The Little Children that Could

I blogged yesterday about the Little Bake Sale that Could. The Big Sister in need of adoption is now fully funded, her mother tells me before we had the chance to mail our check out. The Candy Cane Club children are looking at sending their $75 to SWAN - Serving Women Across Nations http://www.swanforhumanity.org/about.html The children will send their check earmarked to buy school children shoes to protect their feet from parasites, so they can attend school. http://www.swanforhumanity.org/AdoptaSchool.html

According to their website: "2009 finds Bolivia's political and economical status precarious. The poorest country in South America is seeing inflation gobble up the already meager household incomes resulting in families going hungry. 'The older children understand,' says one mother, but is is hard to see the little ones cry for want of food."

Take a look, it was founded by one of my favorite authors Liz Adair, and my friend Terry Adair Gifford, a girl I grew up with near Ferndale, Washington and her sister Ruth. When I knew Tudy Adair (aka Liz Adair) she was the mom who let us use their barn for barn dances, baked seriously yummy cinnamon rolls, and had this funny to me rule that her children had to eat breakfast before school, or they didn't go that day. Odd what one remembers 20something years later. Terry served a full time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Bolivia, a couple of years before I served mine here in Upstate New York. I'm delighted with what she has been impressed to do for the people of Bolivia that she loves dearly. They provide microcredit (small loans) for mothers to be able to begin or grow tiny businesses to feed their families, and other inspirational projects. Well worth our time and money. May God bless them all.

Daylight Saving Time

Daylight Saving Time (DST) isn't very popular on blogs. Facebook updates show whining about sleep deprivation and winter doldrums, as if that particular one hour update was the root cause of all wicked in the world. Perhaps it is, and therefore there is less wickedness in Arizona and parts of Indiana - or so I'm told.

Apparently DST is unpopular in my barn. That's right, the goats have registered an inaudible, but very loud complaint. No, I'm not suddenly translating the Maa-Maa's of the goat's into English.

The goats have learned to turn on the barn light. I kid you not.



I blamed my husband. I fingerpointed toward the sleeping children in the upstairs bedrooms. But no, clearly, the goats have learned to turn on the barn light.

That's certainly one way to register a complaint.