I did not take one picture today. Oh well. Life will go on.
First- sad chicken news. One of the peeps is gone. The dark gray one. We think she escaped through a hole in the fence and fell prey to something like a hawk.
Mr. Moon fixed the hole but those chickens can always find a way out. At the present time they appear to be scratching all the dirt out from underneath the wire. Since it's sunk into the ground they haven't yet freed themselves but that could happen any day.
We also found a dead rat in the coop. I have a feeling that Darla killed it. At first we thought the rat ate the chick but then Mr. Moon saw two other chicks going through the fence which is why he knew there was a hole. This is what happens and we just have to accept it. No matter how hard we try, we cannot always keep them safe.
This is not unlike how it is with our children. Sadly, though, you cannot just go pick up new human babies at the Tractor Supply and bring them home.
So I went to town. We were out of milk and bananas. Emergency! I don't drink milk but Mr. Moon does occasionally and he uses it on his cereal. Somehow replacing the milk and bananas led to me spending about fifteen gozillion dollars. What in hell did I buy? I got Mr. Moon some new shorts at Costco. I had bought him a pair two weeks ago which he proclaimed to be the most comfortable shorts he'd ever worn. So last week I tried to buy him more but they were down to just a few pairs and none in his size. Today I checked just for the hell of it and they had restocked so he got two new pairs in different colors. If I get him a few T-shirts his entire wardrobe will be renewed.
I went to Walmart which is probably why the inside of my right arm has a big red patch of itchy welts. Nothing was really horrible about it. It's just that Walmart is so...big. And weird. I saw a shirt that said, "Speak up, I can't hear you over the sound of my FREEDOM!"
Do I need to say anymore?
Not really, but I will.
What I was looking for, specifically, were canning jar lids and bands. And they had exactly none. They didn't have canning jars, canning kettles, pressure canners, or canning equipment.
Okay. So I went to the sewing section to see if I could find some black bias tape. No. I could not.
Then it occurred to me that perhaps I could find something for the boys to keep them occupied on their long journey to North Carolina in the car.
Ooh boy. That was a mistake.
That's when the welts started appearing. And I didn't get them anything. Toys these days are all about branding. I should have just gotten them some pads of paper and some markers or crayons but my brain fizzled out and I didn't.
I went to Publix and got a bunch of stuff I probably don't need and now I'm home and of course, exhausted.
I picked some more green beans to cook with potatoes tonight. Which reminds me of the lady in Publix who motioned to the BOGO bags of tiny potatoes and said, "I want some but it's just me and they'll go bad!"
"We grew potatoes this year and I'm drowning in them," I said.
"I should do that," she said. Then she thought a minute and said, "Oh hell no. I'm not messing with that anymore."
I love how people just tell me things. I had a long conversation with a Costco employee. She's the lady who loved it when August was a little tiny boy and she'd ask him how he was doing and he'd say, "Pretty good." She's changed her hair and her glasses so I, with my inability to remember faces, had no idea who she was until she started talking to me. She told me all about her daughter who's been living with her who just had a baby. The daughter's husband is about to get home from Korea where he's been stationed and...well, there was an entire story. It has a good ending though.
As all stories would if I had my way.