The woman who lives here today does not have writer's block. She has thinker's block.
Or perhaps, more accurately, thinker's diarrhea.
And in that spirit, I will just say that I have cleaned three toilets today and now I need to clean the shit out of the chicken house.
I have a lot of shit on my mind but shit is shit and who needs it?
Not you, I'm guessing.
The phrase, "Dance, Cowgirl, dance," keeps going through my head.
And so I will put on my boots and go do that. Dance. The music is a bit dizzying today and I can't for the life of me catch the rhythm so I'm going to look mighty funny doing it, but somedays, all you can do is try to keep up. Put those red boots on, twirl your petticoats and dance, Cowgirl, dance.
And if you fall down- get the hell back up and dance some more.
Now go read someone who has something to say.
Hope they don't head over to my place, I don't have anything to say either. Becuase while I may not be dancing in my red boots, I am most assuredly cuh-RAZY.
ReplyDeleteHugs today.
Good advice. Get the hell back up and dance some more. The best advice.
ReplyDeleteAnd isn't cleaning toilets rewarding? I always feel uber-virtuous afterwards. Probably because I leave it so long you can REALLY see a difference.
Your writing is particularly visual today! Even without pictures I see those red boots and that crazy lady dancing.
ReplyDeleteOh, you have plenty to say and you just said what I needed to hear. Gonna put on my shoes and dance today, so much to do, and the day is so fleeting with much shit yet to do! Have fun doing it.
ReplyDeleteOne thing I hate doing is cleaning toilets. It's a good thing I don't have a chicken house or chickens, cause I'd hate to have to clean up after them.
ReplyDeleteSo next, tell us what you've been thinking while doing all the clean up.
Your home....wow....I would love to sit on that porch..and I can only imagine the thinking that would occur. Wish California had homes like that...but not around here.
ReplyDeleteTruly a fairy tale house... But sadly enough this fairy tale house also has toilets. It's a good thing though to have a clean one and a clean chicken house. All will be well tonight!
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful, wonderful house...
Looks like a writers house to me.
Thanks for sharing this piece of beauty with us.
Your house, to a Brit, looks just like it should be on Walden Pond, or maybe Ann of Green Gables country, or Lake Wobegone. I wish we could have hosues like yours in this country, but we just stick to the bricks and mortar, no porch, except a tiny thing to leave your wellies in. Love your posts and hope you didn't fall in anything unmentionable wihen you were dancing.
ReplyDeletethe photos of your house knock me out.
ReplyDeleteYou're a character, Mary Moon ~ that last line made me laugh out loud! When I think about some of the insightful things you have said and how you describe thoughts and feelings so succinctly, it makes me exclaim, "Wow, it's a relief that there might be ONE time when she thinks she has nothing to say." So there, you silly goose, er, chicken!!!
ReplyDeleteOff to dance away my anxious fretting. Thanks for the gentle kick in the rear with those fab red boots.
ReplyDeleteI also love your house. It reminds me of the cottages on Sullivan's Island near here. Very quaint. Very Victorian with the gingerbread. A house with a soul and memories too. You are definitely not crazy in my mind.
ReplyDeleteyour house is so damn charming.
ReplyDeletewe've all got shit on our brains - in one form or another.
keep dancing!
Ditto, ditto, ditto - your house is extraordinary. And I don't care if I risk 'showing my age' by saying this: they don't make houses like the used to.
ReplyDeleteAlso, funnily enough, I come HERE when I'm looking for a post by someone who has something to say.
I am in exactly the same predicament. Except I have no chicken shit to clean.
ReplyDelete"Dance cowgirl, dance." Love it and the red boots Ms. Moon.
ReplyDeleteKori- Hope today's better for us all.
ReplyDeleteMwa- I don't even think about cleaning toilets until they reach that point....
Elizabeth- It was some rocky slow-dancing, I tell you.
Mel- Sorry to say there was not much fun for me yesterday.
Angie- You don't want to know.
Ellen- It's an old beauty, isn't it?
Photocat- You are welcome!
Finden- Well, it is a rather romantic-looking place, isn't it? And never fear. I know how to deal with shit. The real stuff, anyway.
Maggie May- I'm still frankly amazed I get to live here.
Lulumarie- Youre SWEET!
Nancy C- Wish it really worked.
Syd- It's my mind that's the problem.
Notjustafemme- Without a doubt.
Nigel- No. They do NOT make them like this anymore. They simply can't as the wood isn't around like the wood they used in this house.
Aunt Becky- Chicken shit is not so bad to clean.
Mel's Way- Thank-you, sweetie.