When I went out to clean the nests in the hen house today, Darla was off the nest, doing her self-care (haha!), eating, drinking, taking a little dirt bath. I got to see what she is sitting on and there you have it. Only two of those eggs are hers, if that many. I really should mark them and take away any others that accumulate. Seven is enough I think, especially in this hot weather when the temperature under her body must reach well over a hundred degrees.
Again though- I don't really know what the best thing to do would be.
The heat and mugginess has gotten to me even though I have the air conditioner on all the time now. Generally in summer I turn it off in the morning and open the doors and let the fresh air in but that only means that in the evening, when I turn it back on out of desperation, it takes hours to get back to a comfortable temperature. That can't be efficient. But I took a decent walk this morning and have been half crippled since. I still managed to get some things done. The hen house, some laundry, and I went to town to buy shrimp and groceries. Mr. Moon wants a salad for supper tonight and it will be a shrimp salad. I have boiled the shrimp and now must peel and de-vein it.
Sometimes I think I am just insane. I am really too tired for any of that sort of mess.
And so here I am, being bitchy and cranky like a small child who needs a nap desperately. We keep getting forecasts for rain and then it does not appear but the skies are heavy and bruised and I am a believer in the old wive's tale that an impending storm aggravates joints and muscles. Old wives are smart as shit and know a thing or two about pain. I am almost angry that the rain does not come as promised. Who am I angry at? The forecasters? The sky gods? My own body?
Whatever. I just wish it would happen and that the skies would open and rain would fall to cleanse everything and that lightening and thunder with their cracking electricity and booms could change the very charge of the air.
Well, obviously I have nothing of worth to say tonight. I plan to get to bed as soon as possible, as early as is deemed fit for an adult because tomorrow Levon and August are coming to play so that their parents can have a much-needed day to themselves. And also, of course, because I am tired as hell.
Perhaps we shall walk down to the post office which is in an old train depot with the boys tomorrow to check out this event:
Did I already post about this?
I can't remember. I can't remember shit.
Anyway...grilled hot dogs! I hope they have relish.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Weather does that to me, too. And I don't do half what you do for further aggravation.ReplyDelete
Well, I'm insane. I think we can safely say that.Delete
I am still reading yesterday's post, whew...emotionally it sent me all over the map.Today's post begins so nicely, settled, eggs in a nest a dirt bath...calm.ReplyDelete
Weather does that to everyone I reckon, and when there is a lot of electrical charge in the air it is better to stay at home, Everyone is cranky.
If there was a prize for Most Cranky it would be mine. I swear.Delete
Oh, how I wish I could send you some of this Illinois rain! Our town on the Mississippi is flooded, and it continues to rain. Four inches in two days, and it's supposed to rain steadily for at least two more. I am in a mood, and make several attempts per day to talk myself off the ledge. The only reason I'm not out screaming in the rain is that we got to see our 13-month-old great grandson this evening. That brought me joy, but that kind of went out the door when he and his Mama did.....ReplyDelete
I've been doing some self-talking-off-the-edge too. What is up with us? I'm sorry you're getting so much (too much) rain but I'm glad you got to see your great grandson.Delete
Been in a Deep Funk myself... lost a Best Friend recently and think that is part of it, Grief is always so draining! I Hope the Positive Energy those Grandbabies bring to the table will Energize and Refresh you... the exuberance of Youth is always so Positive and palpable..., they certainly become our Reason for Living! Virtual Hugs and may a good Rain cleanse everything!ReplyDelete
I'm so sorry to hear that you lost a best friend. That is simply horrible. Take care.Delete
I hope you get some deep sleep and feel better in the morning. I know what you mean about weather and bodies. Hugs to you.ReplyDelete
It's all so connected, isn't it? And we so rarely understand it.Delete
That sounds like a worthwhile outing for the boys! They would love it, I'm sure. Is there still a chance any of those eggs could hatch? May you sleep well and may there be rain.ReplyDelete
We'll have to wait at least two and a half weeks to see about the eggs.Delete
Still no rain.
When you finally become an old wife many years from now, I wonder if you will have some old wives' tales of your own to give out. The other point I wish to touch upon here is Mr Moon's dining demands. I imagine him giving out instructions - "Make me shrimp salad tonight honey!" and you fluttering your eyelashes, "Of course Boppy. And what would you like for dessert?" I guess it's the same every day.ReplyDelete
Mr. Moon would be quite happy with peanut butter sandwiches for dinner. I asked him what he wanted and he told me so...it's on me.Delete
perhaps the storm we had last night will make it's way to you...lightening, thunder, heavy rain, quivering dog, yowling cat. fun times.ReplyDelete
Doesn't rain but it pours, right? We'll see if any of that weather makes it over here.Delete
Thinking of you today with your grand babies at your heels! Enjoy. And then sleep deeply afterward.ReplyDelete
Catching up after a bit of a hiatus. You've had some good family time. And your blog always makes me want chickens.ReplyDelete