Once again, the colors are way off. This is how the horsies stand (or gallop) right now, from left to right, with color swatches beneath:
(Note the “paint”, as requested.) On this one, the colors seem correct.
Johnny asks if there is talk about Real Live Horses.
Well, yes. This obsession of the dotter’s has been extant now for two years, so it doesn’t look like it’s going to vanish in the wind. Willies (killer whales) come and go, puppies come and go, but horses are a constant.
OmegaDad has told OmegaDotter that she can have a horse when she’s 12 or thereabouts.
In the meantime, he came up with this idea.
The idea is to buy a couple of goats and start breeding them and selling them, plowing the money into a savings account for…of course…a horse.
Now, admittedly, goats can provide milk. And goat cheese, without which many of my favorite salads would be lost. And, of course, gotta have goat cheese (aka feta) for that culinary delight called spanikopita. Yum.
I’d rather have sheep. Or an alpaca or two. (Of course, alpacas are horrendously pricey, but they’re so damned cute. And they would quell Mr. OmegaMom’s long-standing desire for a llama. And we could sell the shearings. From either sheep or alpacas.)
Picture OmegaMom with a very skeptical look on her face.
OmegaMom would like to have chickens.
All of this is contingent upon the question of Land. Hereabouts, land is expensive. Elsewhere (like, say, that blip on the map called Bemidji), land is much less expensive.
We shall see. I still cherish hope that OmegaDotter’s obsession will fade with time, and she will become obsessed with something cheap, like ice skating, or dancing, or patchwork quilting.