I know it sounds silly but I want a pig – a micro pig. Wanted one for several years. I think as I grow older I’m going back – back to how I grew up. Off the land. With animals. Gardens. Crops. Earthy. This week Hunter, knowing the desire for a micro pig, took me to meet one. OMG. I’m in love. I love aging. It allows me to go home. To be okay – no actually desire where I came from. Gotta love it.