Dear God but we have a lot of chickens. They were all together in the coop this morning and all I could think of was, "Jesus. That's a freaking flock."
Well, Drogo wasn't in the coop. Dude DID NOT COME HOME LAST NIGHT! But he strolled up this morning as if to say, "No shame in MY game, baby! What's for breakfast?"
I have got to just quit worrying about these chickens so much. I really do not need to be outside in the dark with my flashlight looking for some wayward bird.
Well, anyway, good morning. Nothing new in Lloyd today that I'm aware of. Maurice is out in the yard, stalking whatever it is she's stalking and pretending to be in the jungle, just as Owen does, and the dogs are sleeping because that's all they do and the laundry is going and I can hear children playing somewhere and whoops! now Maurice is back in the house, pleading for more food and all that cat does is eat, eat, eat and when I won't feed her any more cat food, she eats dog food and I think I need to go to town today to find something, anything, for Mr. Moon for Father's Day and for Jason, too, whose birthday it is tomorrow. Cards at least.
One more thing. A friend of mine from high school works continuously on an Encyclopedia of sorts about music and he sends it around and my friend L7 pointed out to me yesterday that the latest edition (which shamefully, I have not read) contained a link to a worlds-colliding, mind-blowing, did-this-really-happen? clip from the Lawrence Welk show.
And so I pass it on to you. My very favorite part is the end where Lawrence himself says something like, "A beautiful modern gospel song!"
If you ever wonder why my generation was so fucking insane, I give you this as evidence.
Sorta makes me want to get stoned.
Much love...Ms. Moon