The Goddess of Goats Thrives Alone on Her Mountain

[GoatGal]

Today is FARM BOY Day, Y'All!

I did tell H about it... he seemed OK with the idea.

So far, anyway.
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GUBU was silent all day yesterday and didn't even tell me he was coming, He showed up unannounced, (regular time) but didn't say a word.
I KNOW he does this deliberately for whatever reason, because he ALWAYS tells me when he leaves work, or if he'll be late, etc.
So not doing so is a deliberate act.

This is the second day of this phase. The day before he didn't say he was on his way, but finally texted me when he was down the road. Okay then.
Whatever...

But if he was hoping for a reaction (like me saying to "please not show up unannounced, common courtesy", etc.) he didn't get one.

I just ignored it. Like all bad behavior.

I told him afterwards via text that I was surprised he had been and gone.
As if to say I was so busy practicing I didn't even notice how late it was and that he wasn't here yet. Because he is not IMPORTANT enough for me to actually CHECK.

Telling him that his not calling/texting he was on his way, and not caring what time, or whatever... it didn't even register with me.

So whatever he was trying to achieve by that little passive-aggressive act, he didn't pull it off.
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So here's the weird part; ANOTHER CHANGE:

I jokingly sent a text to him after he left asking:
"Wow. I didn't even know you were here. I didn't see your truck and I was even out gathering firewood. Are you invisible or something? Weird..."
PS: "That was a joke "

(True about getting wood. So he knows I wasn't avoiding him, just didn't see him.)

He replies: "Yes. Invisible. And Shape-Shifter. Whichever..."

(Hmmm. "Shape-Shifter"??? Means he is one thing, then another. Absolutely.)

Later on he starts these weird text volleys to me.
It turns out to be the longest REAL text convo we've had in recent months. It wasn't about our R or anything.

H: Goes on and on about his "book", finally says "it's a memoir".

I ask: "A memoir? I hope this doesn't mean you're planning on kicking the bucket soon. All that "unfinished business" ya know. LOL..."

H: "First chapter is about our first rescue dog..."
(OUR dog. That we got when I was in school. That we got because I loved animals....it changed our lives forever.)

ME: About our first dog: "That's a great story to remember..."


Then he CONTINUES: "Gotta write, every day... gotta write, that's the way...."
(HUH? Okay....? This is WEIRD FOR HIM to say. Doubly weird for him to go on and on like this. He said "Goodnight/gotta go/later/bye" four times and yet kept on chatting with me. I had said goodbye every time. But he kept popping back on.)

I say "I'm writing every day too, no book for me though."

H: 'Book, schmook... first chapter is done... next chapter: "THE BASTARD".

("The Bastard"???? Hmmm. I didn't bite though.)

Me: "I guess I'll just have to read it sometime. Goodnight."


Gotta go, get some things ready for Farm Boy. We will have a Guinness on the porch afterwards to celebrate the absence of GUBU tonight.

I have GAL activities scheduled all weekend. We'll see how it turns out....

---GGG