Saturday morning and soon I need to put on a bra and go to town and get the things we need for our dinner tomorrow. The chickens, the ducks, are up, they're out, they're scratching about. My husband is coming home today. I will have to take the stacks of books and magazines off of his side of the bed and that is a good trade-off. I hope he's had a very good time.
I can't believe all the beautiful comments I got yesterday. Thank you all so very much. Not one person said, "Honey, it was only a chicken."
For that I am grateful.
I called my next-door neighbor yesterday to tell her that Elvis had died. She gave me her sympathy, asked how old he'd been. I told her that he'd been around six and she said that that was pretty old for a rooster which made me feel a little better. She said she'd miss seeing him bring his hens over to her side of the yard. She said that if one of her hens raises babies and one looks like it might be the child of Elvis, Jr. who lives at her house, she would let me have it.
Looks like rain here today. Gray. Heavy sky. I need to get to town, come back, cook, tidy things up. I am thinking I might use the rest of my garden carrots for a carrot cake. It's not really my favorite but it seems to me that this would be a fitting thing to do. I just can't seem to get moving but I will.
I should pipe the yolks back into the whites for the deviled eggs, shouldn't I?
I don't have a pastry bag.
That's the level of intellectual thought I am operating on today.
Be of good cheer and know I appreciate you.