Am I the only person on earth who is not obsessed about that missing plane? I'm sorry. I feel great sympathy for all the people who are no doubt dead and for their loved ones but honest to god- I can't do anything about it and I'm hardly even vaguely curious.
Is that wrong?
Saturday morning and the baby chicks survived nicely in their new outdoor accommodations and the neighbor's dog is fine and my dogs shit all over the house. How I love the smell of dog shit and Fabuloso in the morning!
No. Actually, I do not.
The term "quality of life" keeps going through my head. The quality of my life is going to improve immensely if by chance one day these seemingly immortal dogs do die. Their quality of life is fine. They eat and they lay in the sun or on the couch and they pee and they poop. They are dogs. They are absolutely delighted with their quality of life. They don't care that they can't see or hear. They don't care at all. I bet if they could talk they'd tell you, "Nope. I'm just fine. Got no worries. No worries at all."
What am I doing today? Well, I better take the trash because it smells like...dog shit.
I need to fix up the big coop and rearrange things like feeders and waterers for the new chickens. For awhile at least, I'm going to let the new chicks have the run of the big coop and keep the old chickens out of there. The babies, although they have grown tremendously in the last three weeks are not yet ready to join the flock of Elvis. This is always a tricky thing- mingling flocks. And I don't even know how many hens and how many roosters the new group consists of. Ideally they would all be hens but I sort of think I would like a rooster-in-training because Elvis is not going to live forever.
Unlike my dogs.
Well, anyway, I will be doing a little chicken tending.
And gardening. Got to do that. Got to put on my overalls and get out there and plant shit which means I have to weed shit and golly gee- it takes so long.
Tonight I am going to a play in Monticello. I think. I keep telling myself I am going to do this. Why are things like that so hard for me? I always have a good time when I do them but I have to force myself to actually get out there and be a part of the world. And yet, I can and will happily do exactly that in Mexico.
Speaking of Mexico, back in the old days when I was young(er), a mere slip of a thirty-something year old girl, I would spend the months and weeks before our trips planning and buying. I would shop for new clothes or make them. I would buy waterproof eyeshadows in mermaid colors. I would buy journals and books to take with me. I would buy small and expensive containers of shampoo and conditioner and lotions and potions and I would buy silk underwear! Yes! Silk!
One of the things I love to do on our journeys there is to dress up a little bit every night to go out for supper. Wear a little make-up. Put on my silver jewelry, much of it which I have bought there. Let everyone else wear their ratty shorts and T-shirts to supper, I am on a date with my handsome husband! I adopt the philosophy which Lis shared with me which is that everyone else may have no idea how to dress but we, my dear, do. And Mary Moon may feel completely comfortable wearing overalls on which she has allowed her grandsons to wipe the chicken poop from their forearms after hunting for eggs to sit down to the table for supper but Maria Luna likes to wear a white linen dress (which she bought to wear in Mexico at least twenty years ago) when she walks through the zocalo of an evening in Cozumel. I mean, I don't wear high heels or anything (or even a proper bra) but still. I want to look nice.
It just occurred to me that I probably need to shop for a bathing suit at the very least before we go. We spend a lot of time in the water in Cozumel. One would think I might even need two bathings suits. The last time I shopped for a bathing suit, Jessie was with me and it was so traumatic that I've not yet gotten over it.
Oh well. I still have a month and a half to deal with that. And I probably have that silk underwear around someplace. I should check that situation.
Okay. I need to get moving. Full day of activities around here. And a play to attend tonight.
Oh Lord. Give me strength.
Signing off now.