Monday, August 16, 2010
My Chickens. And Elvis Has Sex
Freddie has unleashed a monster.
Look- I promise not to make this a habit. I would hate for people to come here and see yet another video and groan. Hate it.
And yet, here I am, learning new things which make it possible for me to share my story, my life in another way.
This video is of my chickens and it's PG 13 rated because Elvis, well, he gets him some off Miss Mable right in the middle of it.
You can't plan this stuff, it just happens.
But maybe you'll find it interesting to see and hear what it really looks and sounds like here in Lloyd. I hope so. And if you don't want to watch the videos, well, that is just fine with me. I understand. Life is short. Why would anyone want to watch a video of me feeding cherries to my chickens?
I don't know. I don't even know why anyone would want to read the things I write.
It's been a beautiful day. First, that light and then a good walk and then lunch with Owen and his mama and a good long playtime with the boy. He has learned to throw his head back and flirt like a pro in the past few days. There were some beautiful ladies at the restaurant, standing in line for the lady's room and I thought he was going to throw himself backwards out of the high chair, doing that thing with his head. It was SHAMELESS!
Pop-Pop came by Lily and Jason's house to kiss his grandboy and Kathleen came by too. Owen flirted with her although he was so tired that he was like a drunk on a rolling deck.
"He's a happy drunk," I told Kathleen.
"And may you always be a happy drunk," Kathleen told him.
I walked her out to her car with Owen on my hip and we both agreed that something has tipped in the weather. Summer is no longer speeding towards us or smothering us. Fall is in the offing. There's a feel to the air, a look to the sky and the light and the green of the trees. The peak has been reached and we going to start noticing cooler mornings and less steamy days. Not all of them, believe me. We are not done with summer's heat quite yet, but we have been given notice that it will indeed end at some point and there will be moments soon when fall blows its breath on us from wherever it is standing in the wings. We who have lived in Florida forever will stop and take notice when that happens. Our seasons may not be as obvious as the seasons in other places. They are subtle but we know when they are changing.
And in two days, Kathleen who brought me these chickens in the first place is going to start her chemo and Judy and I will sit with her while the weapons of mass destruction drip into her veins. I'm going to bring turkey roll-ups and magazines. We'll chat and laugh and crack jokes and I'm telling you the truth when I say that we'll have a good time.
Chemo? Good time?
Sure. All you need are the right people and the right situation and you too can have a good time.
By this time next week Kathleen may not be having such a good time but between then and now, we will have as much fun as we can. Her BFF, Vicki, is coming in on Friday and on Sunday we are heading for the beach. We are all three women raised on the water and we will draw sustenance and strength from the flat line of the Gulf as the water roils and tumbles to our feet and the sky meets the water and the dolphins break the surface as they pass by.
All right. This video is taking FOREVER to download or upload or whatever sort of loading is going on and I should just quit writing now. I selected the higher quality video and I suppose that's why it's taking so long.
I'm learning. About video and chickens and friendship and grandsons and summer-into-fall and I'm learning to get out of the way and let life pull me along.
Do you want to know a secret? I wouldn't go back, even to my forties which were, I had always thought, the best time of my life, for anything.
This. This time is the best.
Thanks for being part of it.
Night, y'all. Enjoy the show. Or not.
I'm just glad you're here.
P.S. The higher quality video? I don't think it would finish uploading before the Rapture so I'm going to post the lower quality one.
I will figure this shit out.