Generally when I milk the bovine I play music. I think both Jersey Cow and I like it. Jersey really seems to like the Meredith Brooks song, "B****". Maybe she relates. I forgot my music today. I spent most of the morning yelling at Taco Dog and Dillweed Hound to stay with the group. It's no mystery why I forget things. In the middle of squeezing my first set of teats I burst out in song. I started singing, "On Top of Old Smokey" (All Covered in Cheese...I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed...It rolled off the table and on to the floor...and then my poor meatball rolled on out the door...It rolled in the garden and under a bush...and then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.) My singing didn't send Jersey into a tizz but my crying and sobbing after I had finished my solo did. She pulled her head out of the catch and turned around and looked at me.
I was just hit by the overwhelming feeling of sadness. I miss my Pop! I don't think it's the holidays although after visiting with Aunt Shiela, Aunt Gayle and Uncle Darold this last Saturday, Jolene commented all the way through dinner and all the way home on how much she missed him too. Jolene still can't wrap her head around how large Pop's immediate family is. When we left Aunt Shiela's she asked how we were related to her. I said, "Aunt Shiela, Aunt Gayle and Uncle Darold are Poppy's sisters and brother. "Oh!" she said. She then asked how many turkeys my grandma had to make at Christmas time. And then.....I was asked, "How come Poppy's family didn't have one of those shows on TV like everyone else with a big family does?"