I picked a basket of mulberries today and will pick more tomorrow. I might make a pie. Who knows? I've just about given up trying to make plans. One would think that with my life I could safely predict what I will be doing from one day to the next but one would be wrong.
I was sitting on the back porch this morning when the chickens, who were still shut up in their coop, made a horrible ruckus, flapping about and shrieking at the top of their little chicken lungs. I rushed out the back door to see what I first thought was a fox, slinking away from the coop but it might well have been a coyote. It was pretty large for a fox. I did not get a good look at it before it slipped into the bushes by the railroad tracks but whatever it was, it wasn't a dog. It had a very bushy tail and that I am sure of.
Dammit, everything loves chicken and now this mystery canine knows where my own personal chickens live.
Lily and I had planned on getting a pedicure this afternoon and Jessie said she could join us. My toes have been sadly and sorely neglected for over a year now. And as much time as I spend outside wearing flip flops, my feet have just been looking like hell. I am not vain about my feet although I used to have feet that were pretty enough to inspire vanity. Truly, they were. But one does what one can, you know, and as anyone who has ever gotten a pedicure knows, it is the most luxurious of treats. And so, Lily made us an appointment at a salon where we'd never been and it was so fun. Everyone was masked, of course, there was hand sanitizer everywhere, there were plastic screens between the manicurists and the customer with a space for them to work through and they took our temperature when we came in. It felt quite safe. We lounged in our massaging chairs while beautiful young women tended tenderly to us. Before I left home I shaved my legs, I used a loofa and lots of soap on my feet, and I even scrubbed my flip flops. It would have been so embarrassing to track chicken shit and black Lloyd dirt into such an elegant salon.
I am not even kidding here.
So now my feet feel so pampered and my legs are smooth. I chose polish which is just about the same color as I always choose. My daughters tease me about this but like Popeye, I yam what I yam.
I did not. But I did thank her about a dozen times and tipped her well.