Milk

Since I've been in and out of the yard all afternoon every day moving piles of poo from the front of the house back into the garden, the neighbors have started to take notice of us. Mostly, they've taken notice to the effect of asking me "Where's your husband? Why isn't he doing that?" instead of answering "good question" (just a joke, Sam, just a joke...) I take it as an opportunity to tell them that I'm strong, that it's good exercise, and I don't need his help to move the large pile of earth. They think I'm crazy. One woman took pity on me and gave us a large container of milk. I don't know what we'll do with it, but it was really sweet nonetheless.