Udder delays

I am certainly no stranger to the demands of udders or to the various methods of becoming late. Today’s tardiness in my expected return home from work at the high school was, however, not even remotely my fault. I have grown accustomed to swerving around and even briefly waiting for cows to move out of the road. For the first time, today I encountered cows who all decided to nurse their squirrely little calves right in the road. Just as I’d squeeze between two clusters of cow cliques, another would amble out – slowly but deliberately – in front of my car. Udders swinging, they stopped to give me long looks. It was the most acceptable traffic delay I’ve ever experienced.

I was rushing home to squeeze my little girls. Nola turned 10 months old yesterday and has mastered the sport of speed crawling. She loves to chase the vacuum as I make my daily futile attempt at keeping some square of the house clean for some moment of the day.

On Nola’s 10 month birthday, Ossian painted several portraits of gazelles and said, “Nola looks famous!” Then, as she was preparing for bed and showering various household object and family members with pre-sleep love, she proclaimed, “I want to hug the planet!”

Who wouldn’t swerve through vehement cows and lactating udders to get home to that!