June 6, cont:

Fly brought her two border collies to paint the barn. I learned this when I saw donkeys running, sheep hiding, Rose beside herself barking. Hope Elvis doesn’t come down the hill. Flo told me her horse was feeling poorly and was passing gas all night. She told me her helper ate a lot of roughage as a matter of health and might be using my bathroom a lot. I gave her a hug and kiss and threw her out of the house. “I have to write a book,” I said, “I don’t want to hear about farting horses.” Flo laughed. Wait till Annie comes by and tells stories about her horny goats. Could be an interesting summer.