Monday, December 13, 2010
It's cold outside. So cold I don't want to go out and find anything to take a picture of. What for? You've seen everything here with the light falling all sorts of ways. Chickens, dogs, garden, oaks, house.
Done and done and done.
So I stood in my hallway and took a picture of a plant trying to get outside.
Stupid plant. It would die out there.
I saw a bunch of mistletoe outside on the ground where it had fallen from a tree. Believe me, mistletoe lying on the ground is not that attractive with its sage-colored green leaves and white poisonous looking berries. I was outside to feed the cats and turn off all the faucets which we'd left dripping and let the chickens into the run. I have to go back eventually to let them out into the yard but I always give the cat time to eat her food before I do that or else the chickens will eat it for her.
Bah. I'm feeling bah this morning. And cold. I should put on another sweater.
Kathleen's going up to Thomasville today for more chemo. Owen's coming here later so Judy is taking Kathleen. This will be the first chemo I've missed. Kathleen hates the cold worse than I do and she has no spare flesh right now to protect her bones from getting cold and it's going to be colder when she gets out this afternoon than when she got there early this morning. Judy can take care of her and she's going to bring her here tonight and the guest bed sheets are all clean and ready. I have the things I need to make her pizza.
I hope Judy hangs out and has pizza with us.
I took the camera outside.
Here's the mistletoe. I hung it up so you could get the full glory of what mistletoe really looks like without the glitter and ribbons.
Does that make you want to kiss someone?
I didn't fucking think so.
Now here's something I haven't seen in awhile:
Three eggs in a nest! Bless those cold little hens. They've been laying, when they lay, in a nest Shalayla made on the ground but I suppose it was warmer up in the nesting box.
Well, that's a nice gift and I do appreciate it.
I don't know what the hell I did before I had chickens.
Or a grandson.
I'm pretty excited that he's coming out today. He'll point outside and say, "More!" meaning that he wants to go out. And I'll say, "Are you crazy, boy? It's freezing out there."
And he'll look at me like I'm crazy and and then he'll go climb something.
I hear that Owen is obsessed with his Bop-Bop now. He goes around his house and points at pictures of his grandfather and says, "Bop-Bop!" Does he point at pictures of me and say, "Grandmother!"? No. He does not.
I pointed to a picture of me the other day and said, "Who's that Owen?" and he looked at me like, "Uh. You."
I don't care. I'll hug him up and give him the tiny broom I bought him from the Lion's Club guy last week and he'll help me sweep. I'll change his diapers and feed him apples and yogurt. I'll show him all the pictures in his books. I'll laugh at him and we'll play and play and play.
Then his Bop-Bop will get here and he'll forget all about me.
Well. That's the way it goes.
Some days are cold and you just stay inside and enjoy the fact that someone invented central heat and feel blessed that you can afford it.
It's one of those days.
I hope that wherever you are you are able to get warm, to stay cozy. I hope that even if it's cold you can find some sort of treasure. An egg, a cup of coffee, a grandson's kiss, a window with the sun streaming in, giving light if not warmth.
And kisses. Don't forget kisses whether you have mistletoe or not. And pizza. Pizza is always good, home-made or not.
And that's all the wisdom I have to offer today. I apologize.