Chickens do not respect social distancing. Which is fine. They don't have to.
This is going to be a short post because Mr. Moon and I just played two hands of gin rummy which interfered with my
Okay. I think that's the first and last time for me to use the cross-through thing. I've just really always wanted to do it.
It was a bit of a down day for me. Not sure why but hey! We're going to have them, right? I'm having the hardest time focusing on things. Beginning the simplest projects is overwhelming. Making the bed feels like a major victory. My goal today was to sweep and mop the kitchen and adjoining bathroom and I can't tell you the moral fortitude it took to accomplish that but I did which is good because I was starting to stick to the floor when I walked across it.
A really good thing that happened though, was that my oldest friend from the sixth grade called me up and we slid right back into high-school-talk-all-night mode and chatted and laughed and commiserated for probably over an hour. I could almost smell the Yardley Slicker. That cheered me up considerably, hearing that she and her husband are alive and well. She is working from home now and he is retired. Her job involves fund-raising for a national health organization and she's supposed to raise a hell of a lot of money in the next few months. I said, "Well, I seriously doubt that's going to happen."
Of course all of their events have been canceled for the time being and there's not one damn thing she can do about it.
But it was wonderful to catch up with her, even if the circumstances are rather upsetting. There's a comforting continuity to our relationship which is a small miracle in an uncertain world. To say the least. I will always love and adore her. Neither time nor circumstance can alter that.
Mr. Moon's fishing trip didn't last long due to boat problems. I was mighty glad when he pulled up in the yard, even if he didn't catch any fish.
The rose I transplanted to the garden a few months ago is already blooming. It is happy.
The squash is coming up.
The pie I baked last night looked like this when cut into.
Know why it's so goldeny yellow? Because of the color of my hen's egg yolks.
The plan to get baby chicks is falling into place. I found and washed two sets of feeders and waterers today. Lily wants to start some too. Honestly, that's probably the very best thing that we could be doing right now. There are few things as cheerful and optimistic as fuzzy little peeps.
Lily texted me and asked how long I keep them inside. I replied, "Until I can't stand it anymore."
This is true.
So that's about it if you want the basic news.
I'm off to make tuna casserole which is the essence of comfort food. There will be no Cream of Anything soup in it and no American cheese so it won't be that good or authentic but at this point I still have some pride left.
"Some" being the operative word.
I'll probably get all philosophical and shit tomorrow but for right now, all I can say is that here we are and I hope that we'll all still be here in the morning.
And Mr. Moon is beating my ass at gin.
Some things, like friendship and baby chicks never change.
Listen, unless you plan to ship, please take pity and don't show us pictures of your lemon meringue pie. It's cruel just being able to see and lick our lips.ReplyDelete
I think chicks will be wonderful adventure for Maggie. Hoping for pix of that.
All right. No more pictures of pie! At least today.Delete
When we play cards and there are only two of us, and it is Greg and me, we play gin rummy. Most days I am the biggest loser; I lost my concentration and focus, and laugh too much and lose by ginormous amounts. But a couple of weeks ago we played gin and I scored enough to do women proud for a long time.ReplyDelete
The little squash leaves are lovely and the pie is past beauteous.
I don't know why Glen almost always wins but he does. It's traditional by now and doesn't bother me in the least. I am used to it.Delete
I love brand new leaves on the sproutlings.
Cut a big slice of pie and film yourself eating it please.ReplyDelete
No, I will not! I am way too vain. Plus, I've only eaten one very small piece. But it was very good.Delete
I needed that reminder. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy the casserole and that pie. Have a sweet night.ReplyDelete
We certainly did!Delete
I made a random casserole with fresh mushrooms chopped and browned in olive oil, with leftover angel hair pasta, a brown gravy mix, heated through and then dumped sour cream and Parmesan on it. Because, comfort food. Also Brussels sprouts with a little bacon grease. Midweek snow has almost melted but it's still cold and I'm in California, trying to adjust to this necessary craziness. And I have brownies.ReplyDelete
Sounds like you are doing quite well in the comfort food department! Keep it up!Delete
Oh lord, I want baby chicks BAD. Maybe some will wander into my yard by chance and my chickens, by miracle, won't murder them.ReplyDelete
Or, better yet- a rooster could magically appear, knock up all your hens, they would lay fertile eggs and one of them would grow broody and sit on them and raise them herself! I guess that's asking a lot.Delete
We had my niece over for supper which was so nice. She got dog love and Lucy got lots of love. Busy all day but couldn't tell you what I did. I did get more fabric which was lucky because the fabric store is shutting down until further notice. Sigh.ReplyDelete
I'm so glad your niece got to come over. This has got to be so hard for people who live alone. Although I have to say that I'd rather be living alone than be a single mother with, say, four or five kids. To be honest.Delete
Glad you got your fabric, too.
I desperately want a piece of that beautiful lemon pie. I have been doing nothing but eating all day. Being locked up is not good for me.ReplyDelete
I'm not really feeling the urge to snack all day. Weird. Anxiety?Delete
Oh boy, baby chicks! And oh boy, would I love a piece of that pie!ReplyDelete
You stay well too, Bonnie!Delete
Well, let's hear it for friendship, golden pies, roses and baby chicks. Seriously! I'm glad to see some good things going on in the world.ReplyDelete
Amen, brother Steve!Delete
The lockdown eating is real! My supermarket instigated queuing outside yesterday. It will take hours to shop and I still don't have any flour. The shelves were picked clean when I looked. It might stop me making cookies, so I can conserve what I have for more essential bread, we'll see.ReplyDelete
Personal Toilet paper stocks currently acceptable!
I'm trying to conserve as much as possible. Only necessary baking. Like...bread. And oh, well, pie pastry. But that was a one-off.Delete
Glad you have enough TP!
Glad Mr moon is back home. Sending love to your family.ReplyDelete
Sending love to yours, sweet woman.Delete
I'd like to have chickens but I already have more than I can do and take care of. what I'd really like is a reliable source for yard eggs, better yet, have them brought to me cause it's not like there aren't plenty of people selling eggs around here. my one attempt at making a lemon meringue pie was a complete failure. well, the meringue was a complete failure. the lemon pie was good. I feel a little on edge. this virus has been fairly manageable so far but the next two weeks are going to be scary I fear.ReplyDelete
I think you are so right about the next two weeks. I believe I'm in deep denial while I still can be.Delete
Yes. You need some yard eggs. They are the best.
Your pie, my oh my! You could paint with those yolks, a sunny bright painting, yellow chicky yellowReplyDelete
sunshine - what a color! Your little roses are so very bright also! Springtime colors snapping us out of our Cofefe covid crazies if just long enough to read your blog, thank you. Whew , a breather. Love you, Mary!
Love you, too, Linda Sue!Delete
And you're right about the egg yolks. They are like nothing you'll ever see in a store. If stores ever get eggs again, that is.
You've inspired me to ask Carl to teach me how to play gin.ReplyDelete
Good idea. It helps if you drink beer while you're playing. Just sayin'...Delete