Raining again. Hard right now. We had a big break of time without it this afternoon though and I went out and worked in the garden some, cutting old tomato ties and pulling up the plants, doing a little weeding. The chickens came in and joined me and that made me happy.
I swear to you- if I were a therapist, I'd probably recommend that all of my grieving or anxious or depressed clients to get some chickens. Remember when I was suffering so much anxiety? My chickens soothed me like nothing else. Wait a minute- when did I get chickens? How old are these birds?
I don't know. I'm too lazy to go back and look.
And maybe I don't want to know because I don't want to think about my chickens getting old. Dogs? Yes. Chickens? No.
So Mr. Moon and I have both checked out the feet of the banty roosters from next door and they are featherless while Baby's baby has extremely feathered feet. Guess who else has feathered feet? Elvis. Mmmmm....
As Mr. Moon said, "Elvis is looking more and more like a daddy."
And I said, "I'm pretty glad I didn't witness that act."
He agreed that it would have been a little scary to watch.
Mr. Moon was talking on the phone to Owen today. He asked Owen if he'd like to go out on the boat this weekend some time. Owen said, "That would be lovely!" which cracked both of us up so much. That boy does listen to his grandmother. "Lovely" is, without a doubt, my word.
And that boy, without a doubt, is my boy.
Well, sort of.
I think that we're going to play some cards now. Listen to a little Prairie Home Companion. Then we'll eat some leftovers. And you know what? That excites me. As much as I care to be excited, anyway.
One more thing. Have y'all seen this?
You probably have but if you haven't, you might want to. I'd like to give Stephen Colbert a big kiss on the lips for this segment. It's beautiful. And so is the town of Vicco, Kentucky.
All right. Someone's shuffling the cards. Let's all check in again tomorrow okay? That would be lovely.