Sad Knee, Sawed Horn
My knee began aching something aweful today -- the only thing I can trace it back to is torquing on it as I spent a lengthy time pulling off my rubber boot on Monday. My boots are too small and I didn't have socks to wear them with. Not a good combo.
Today in SGMS we sawed off goat horns using obstetrical wire. It was a lot easier than and not nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I also got to use a disbudding iron on a goat kid... sadly, I didn't get the bud to pop off appropriately... and I was doing it in front of the whole class. Brilliant. (Not that I really care tremendously, though it feels nicer to be perfect.)
Today in SGMS we sawed off goat horns using obstetrical wire. It was a lot easier than and not nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I also got to use a disbudding iron on a goat kid... sadly, I didn't get the bud to pop off appropriately... and I was doing it in front of the whole class. Brilliant. (Not that I really care tremendously, though it feels nicer to be perfect.)
posted by Claire at 20:04
2 Comments:
To be perfect -- I wonder what that feels like.
I guess I wouldn't be one to know... I used the word rather (too) loosely.
I think the capability to do everything perfectly would make a person imperfect in their opinion of themselves. They would struggle with pride.
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