Wednesday, December 13, 2017
In the interest of getting off my fat ass today I took a pretty good walk and spent a lot of time outside, trimming back frozen stuff like bananas and lilies and also roses. I have no idea of when or how to prune roses but every now and then something just overtakes me and I go at it with my pruners. Then I decided to trim up the wisteria arbor which was so overgrown that even I had to duck to walk under it. That job always takes me hours and today was no exception. I get out the big loppers and the ridiculous kitchen step stool and risk my life reaching up to cut through the tough, woody vines. But it's done now and although I have many, many other things to trim and cut back and pull, it feels like I've made a good start. Ms. Shelly is a good motivator. I saw her on my walk and she was raking her yard as usual. One leaf on her lawn is one too many. I will never, ever be that sort of yard-tender but we share a love of our little pieces of dirt and we like to take care of them. We discussed the Roy Moore loss and we both agreed that it was amazing and wonderful and positive and then we started talking about how women are speaking up now and how that's such a good thing.
I do enjoy my chats with her.
So all of that and laundry has been most of my day. Miss Nicey never did show up and I think she's gone which makes me incredibly sad. This morning when I went to let the chickens out, an opportunity presented itself to shut Joe Cocker and Pearl The Rooster into the coop and so I did. They have food and water in there so it's not cruel. They have plenty of room to walk around and scratch in and roosts to hang out on and it felt good to give the hens a day off. They moved around the yard with Mick and I heard no squawking from them at all. Miss Honey did not leave the nest though, and I know she's traumatized.
After I got all of my yard chores and laundry done late this afternoon, I finally sat down with the little project I'm working on in the picture above which is another decorated onesie for Levon. As I stitched I watched the Keith Richards Netflix doc called "Under The Influence" for about the seventh time and loved it just as much as the first time I saw it. That is heavn for me- embroidering on a garment for a baby and watching the joy on Keith Richards' face as he plays music.
I am a simple woman and my pleasures are fairly simple too. Unlike the Rolling Stones, I can indeed get satisfaction. Mostly. Sometimes. And that's good.