I’m coming out of hibernation from strep throat, because I just have to say this: My son is thirteen, and we saw Into the Wild together at the theater. Since then, he’s seen it twice at his pretty cool school.
Today, he told me “I just figured out what Into the Wild was about. It’s about not being owned.”
All this time, I haven’t been able to find a way to say it. He nailed it.
By the way, we’re doing this strep throat thing without antibiotics. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I meant to show y’all what the raw milk looks like when we get it. (Sorry for the bad picture!) This is a half-gallon jug, and most of the time there’s at least twice as much cream. But we ordered a bunch of milk, and got some of the lower fat stuff in addition to the higher-fat. The reason the pic is of the lower-fat? Because I made butter out of the other before I thought to get out my camera!
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