Well, there you have Liberace, Alice and Eggy Tina. I think. The colors are a little weird but that's what the iPhone saw and who am I to argue? Now the cool thing about this picture is that...IT'S HERE!
And so is my new, real-true MacBook.
Oh, guys! I love it so much! Typing with all my fingers is awesome!
Poor Mr. Moon. He had to go into town once again, this time to pick up this gorgeous machine and mail the smaller MacBook back to Apple which took far more time and trouble than was reasonably expected. But now it is done and that is that. And here we are.
I've spent a good amount of time this afternoon exploring this gorgeous piece of space-age-and-beyond technology and of course I have not touched the tiniest tip of of its capabilities and thankfully, there is enough that is familiar to me to be able to maneuver about where I need to go. The guys at the Computer Doctor Repair place transferred all of my files and due to the fact that every bit of us is now known to all of the gods of the internet, all I had to do for a great deal of the setting-up was to type in my google username and password and there I was. There's even a photo app which syncs up with the photos on my phone so I no longer have to mail those photos to myself and then transfer them to the desktop in order to use them on my blog but can simply access them right here as I write.
I know you've been dying to see what little Dearie is looking like these days. (Deep sarcasm.)
There she is. Or he. Dearie will probably turn out to be a rooster if the past is any indication. But she/he and Dottie are still a very bonded pair and are not separated by more than a few feet all day long. I am sure, however, that some very subtle training is going on by Ms. Dottie to teach the bebe to be a tiny bit more independent.
And this is, as every mother knows, a process. Dearie is nowhere near ready yet to be separated from Mama and unless something snatches one of them, she won't be for awhile.
Here are Tweety Bird, Fancy Pants, and Eggy Nancy. (I think.) I wanted to get a picture of Tweety that showed the smallness of her little body compared to a regular sized chicken but this picture doesn't really do that. Still- there they are. Look at the iridescence of Mr. Fancy's tail feathers.
I suppose that's all the pictures of chickens we need today.
I was quite teary this morning. I woke up late, startled to find that it was close to ten. There was about an hour that I was awake last night. Maurice had something to do with that. She has been going out before bedtime to hunt, I suppose, during this full moon time and when she returned last night she started scratching an old upholstered rocking chair which makes an incredibly loud noise. When she finished up with that, her claws renewed to razor-sharpness, I am sure, she settled above me on The Chair's back and proceeded to attend to her toilette with great enthusiasm, causing the chair to shake.
"Stop that!" I finally said and reached above me to get her down off that perch.
Eventually, I got back to sleep.
But when I got up, I just felt sore and weary. Not weary like I needed more sleep but weary like I suppose one feels when one broke four ribs two weeks prior. Having never broken so much as one rib before this, I have nothing to base my recovery time on except for what Dr. Z said about 4-7 days for the real pain and then six weeks for real healing. I have honestly wanted to hear other people's stories about their own experiences with broken ribs. It does help.
So anyway, I just went with the weariness and the teariness and after I did a few tiny things I crawled back into my nest and watched more of The Office and ate a lunch and tried to do the crossword and I am sucking at the crossword these days. What used to take me eighteen minutes now takes me hours and if this is another side-effect of breaking ribs I don't like it. I just don't have the energy to think.
But then Mr. Moon came home with the MacBook and with mail, some of which was for me and which made me happy and I made his lunch and opened up the MacBook and I felt better and haven't cried since.
No mystery there.
I did not mention yesterday that Lily and Jason and Lauren and Owen and Gibson and Magnolia all went to a relatively nearby river to go tubing and they had a wonderful time. There's also a spring head and Lauren took this picture there.
It sounded and looked as if they all had the most wonderful time. They stopped by on their way home and I got to hear all about it, including the giant snake that Owen almost ran up against. It was so good to see them.
Well, it's time for me to go heat up last night's soup which was good enough to repeat. I managed to pick another huge bowl of green beans this afternoon and I found three beautiful eggs in the pump house nest. Here are the eggs I've collected lately.
Eggy Tina's is on top. Isn't it a darling beauty?
Was that enough pictures? I'll try to get some shots of something besides chickens and eggs tomorrow.
Hi Ms Moon! I've been checking in daily as usual but haven't commented in far too long. Love all the chicken pics and the one people pic. And the rest of the pics you always paint for us with your words.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jill. I always know you are here. Which is something I am grateful for.Delete
Eggy Tina seems to have a tiny fried egg on her back.ReplyDelete
Haha! It's a zinnia.Delete
Well now we are cooking with gas! LOVE the photos, the chickens are real beauties and the water is amazing. I LOVE that you can have photos now that the blind can see! Wonderful. Glad you got a new machine that will take you places and well into the bright and swell future!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Linda Sue!Delete
You sound so happy with your new setup. My laptop is old and the photo apps were outdated, couldn't upload pics except bus very circuitous workaround. So I've been blogging, texting, tweeting, everything with my middle finger. In getting pretty good at it but two hands and a full-sized keyboard are nicer.ReplyDelete
SO much nicer, dear Boud.Delete
Been doing this for nearly two years. Getting used to it!ReplyDelete
That is a long time.Delete
Welcome home dear Macbook! You are already well loved. So exciting! And wonderful photos too!ReplyDelete
It occurs to me that my subject matter has become horribly limited.Delete
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Wow! Beautiful pictures and happy Mary. Now just keep recovering!ReplyDelete
Happy birthday, Joanne! I am missing your blog.Delete
Now you've got something to play with while you recover! Those pictures are great! Don't overdo and do enjoy the new MacBook!ReplyDelete
I am taking it easy, girl.Delete
I admire you greatly! I myself abhor "technology". I got a tablet a few months ago and it took me a month to take it out of the box and since then I've turned it on twice. I don't have a cell phone and I swear that one this ancient desktop kicks the bucket it won't be replaced. *lol* I don't know about that one cos I'd miss my blogging friends too much... but perhaps I'll go to the library & use their computers. Love, Andrea xoxoReplyDelete
Well, that would be one way to do it. Is your library open? I think that having Macs has made what technology I can understand a lot easier.Delete
Clearly, when someone is suffering from broken ribs, doctors should seriously consider prescribing new MacBooks instead of painkillers!ReplyDelete
Not a bad idea at all, Mr. P.!Delete
Yay for new technology. Especially that feature of not having to transfer your photos from your i-phone to the mac. A real blessing.ReplyDelete
I was stunned to discover it.Delete
Yay! I'm so glad the computer situation is resolved and you can post PICTURES again! I'm so glad to see Eggy Nancy! (And the others. :) )ReplyDelete
I wonder why that picture at the top is so blue? That's very weird.
I can FEEL that cold spring water looking at that photo of Jason and Lily and the kids. We're going through a hot spell here.
Isn't that a cool (haha!) picture? Lauren's camera can be taken underwater. Actually, I think it's her phone. She must have a hell of a case.Delete
No idea why that top photo was blue. Interesting, but weird.
Yes. Pictures of chickens will abound!
You are so very lucky that you have lovely weather in Florida most of the time (well give or take a hurricane or two) and the rivers to swim in, but running into a snake??? Oh my god no. I think those eggs are just such beautiful shades I can see why you like them. And Liberace's a corker isn't he - I could fall in love with him!ReplyDelete
Liberace is a fine rooster and takes care of his ladies well. He seems to be less of a sex addict than most of the roosters we've had.Delete
Snakes are just part of it in Florida. As well as alligators, stinging insects of all kinds, yes, hurricanes, and other assorted horrors. Perhaps that's why there are so many crazy people here. You really have to be sort of crazy to even live here in the first place.
So nobody else has offered anything about ribs--and it's a long time since I cracked one--but I kind of remember having to learn a new way of breathing--gentle and shallow or it hurt! At best with the diaphragm and not ribs. I coincidentally just heard on NPR that mental health workers are teaching meditation and *deep breathing* exercises to combat covid depression. So having formed that not-deep-breathing habit you may be feeling kind of bad because you just are not breathing freely and fully as you're used to. Just a thought. I also heard a while back that everone's supposed to (unconsciously) do a big sigh every minute or so; stirs up the air in the lungs. Hard if the ribs hurt.ReplyDelete
I don't do the big crossword but I do some of the other puzzles from the Sunday NYTimes and I also am a lot less good that I was Before. The creativity and flexibility isn't up to par; my wordbank's in tatters. I'm chalking that up to the dragging on of covid and some of the strains that's causing.
My broken ribs never did hinder my breathing so much but coughing was absolute torture. We must have broken different ribs. I have tried very hard to remember to keep taking deep breaths though- you're right- important on every level.Delete
I agree with you about Covid. It's affecting all our brains, isn't it?
yay! new Macbook! my desktop iMac is at least 10 years old. the husband talks about getting me a new one but I'm OK with this one til it dies.ReplyDelete
Just make sure you have everything backed up. Which you already know...Delete
I hear you on sticking with the old one. Sure is a joy to get a new one, though.
I love your chickens and hens and the colours of the eggs so much.ReplyDelete
So when I broke my rib - one at a time, twice, not the same one - it took about two months for the pain to go. It was pretty much the same pain for most of the time, mostly while turning and stretching, and taking off a tshirt the way women do it by crossing their arms and pulling it upwards (vs the way men pull it down over their heads - it's apparently genetic) and one morning, it was gone, just completely.
I was much younger then and it was only one rib at a time, so I just continued working and cycling.
Have you/your doctor considered checking bone density? Just to be on the safe side? I am sure you take enough calcium and then you do all the walking and yard work, but maybe better have a look why four ribs cracked.