The boys are coming and it's going to be a long day. Probably a good day but long.
I should probably take them somewhere. I ponder that thought and then think, "Nah."
Their other grandmother takes them places. The park, Lowe's, church. She always has. But hell, we have a playground right here, I don't want to go buy anything at Lowe's and I'm certainly not going to church. We've got trees and a bamboo jungle and farm animals and dogs and games and a library full of books and a TV for when Mer gets too tired to play and a kitchen where seemingly endless snacks are provided and toys and music for dancing and well...why would I want to go anywhere? I never want to go anywhere anyway.
And they don't seem to mind.
Maybe I'll get the stroller from Lily and we'll take a walk and go see Ms. Liola or something like that. Lots of adventures to be had in Lloyd.
Ah, the rationalizations of an agoraphobe.
Poor Mr. Moon. I made him kamut last night. "Not my favorite," he said after supper.
I made the five-grain oatmeal stuff for breakfast. "Not my favorite," he said again after he ate a bowl with maple syrup and raisins.
He's so sweet.
I also made him a delicious roasted organic chicken for supper and a fine salad and oat bran muffins so he didn't starve.
Eating this way isn't much of a sacrifice for me. And I am pretty sure that I'm continuing to lose weight. Of course I STILL haven't gotten on the scale. You'd think that thing was going to attack me should I step on it. I must have deep psychological scars from weighing myself. I am certain that my clothes are looser, my joints less painful. That's all I need to know, really.
Well, I better go make the bed and wash the dishes. I like to start out with a clean slate when the boys arrive. The chickens are out, the babies look more like miniature chickens than they do peeps now. They have been so strong and healthy and I am glad of that. Now if we can just resist the temptation to let them out of the coop too early so that when they do run free they are big enough that the hawks and owls can't so easily snatch them. I tell myself that they don't NEED to run the yard and that having been within the confines of the coop all this time, they know no better but I think they do.
Anyway, good morning. What are your adventures going to look like today? Are you going to go out into the big world or are you staying close to the coop?
Whatever it is that you do, I hope it's something that makes you happy and please, keep a wary eye out for the hawks and the owls. And scales which attack you and grains that are just way too hearty.