And am glad for it.
But the earth is wearing its green and the rain still comes down.
I got no sighting of the full moon last night but am wondering if its pull and tug is what is causing a bit of anxiety in me these last two days. I want to blame the moon. I want to blame anything that is temporary. I cannot go back to that. I simply cannot.
And no walk today to try and de-jitter. I have no plans for the day although I have to get out and find Gibson a birthday present soon. The child will be two on Thursday. I need to clean out the baby chicks' ice chest home. They twittered all night whether due to the storm or the moon or the fact that they are getting big and have had a taste of the outdoors, I do not know. I think I am going to name the biggest chick Katniss Everdeen for the main character in the Hunger Games trilogy. How corny is that? But I was so constantly listening to those books when we got the chicks that it seems fitting. And I believe that I shall name the tiniest chick Pretty Bird for my old childhood parakeet. With the big yellow ones being called Chi-Chi and Cha-Cha, that makes all but two named and we shall get around to that.
Or perhaps as they grow and I can observe their personalities more closely, those names will all change. And of course it doesn't really matter. They will not come when I call them by name. This is not the chicken's way. Or at least my chickens. Of the five hens we have now, I am the only one who knows all their names. They are all black but one and they all look different to me but no one else seems to be able to tell them apart. Not even Owen, which amazes me as he can identify all four Beatles and the Rolling Stones too. These chicks are far more diverse in looks, except for the yellow ones and so perhaps their names will be more easy to remember. We shall see. They look absurd right now, their feathers all coming in and sticking out at different angles. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't move them out to the coop within the week. Mr. Moon spent over an hour yesterday, tying together wire to make it more critter-proof, to get it ready for the babies. They certainly can't live in an ice chest for much longer.
The train goes by, the sky lightens a bit, the bold motherfucker squirrel is still at the feeder although I have chased him off of it twice now.
I am thinking of the people in California right now where there was an earthquake this morning. I want them all to be safe. I am wondering how on earth you can ever be at peace, knowing that at any moment the very earth can shift beneath your feet.
Well, I suppose this is the essence of life- never knowing.
Let's all be safe. Let's all hang on for dear life.
Happy Monday, y'all.