Sunday, October 3, 2021

Chickens, Chicken, And More Chickeny Stuff. aka, My Life


When I let the chickens out this morning and they were eating the corn scratch I'd thrown them, I was once again a bit shocked at how many birds I have right now. And that is not all of them. Too many, really. Jessie is down to one hen and she might take a few chickens from me, perhaps including Fancy Pants or Fancy Pants, Jr. Since she lives in a neighborhood in Tallahassee, she really doesn't want a bit ol' honking, crowing rooster and one of those two banties might just fit the bill. We shall see. 

I've had a fairly busy day. Last night Lily and I texted each other about perhaps taking the kids to the Hilltop for lunch today and we did that. The Hilltop is such a trip. You just never know who you'll see there. Families, sheriffs, construction workers (although not generally on a Sunday), neighbors, people from town out on a drive looking for that real rural experience. And as I always say- just think of something you might want to eat and they're almost sure to have it. Gibson got a buffalo chicken tenders sandwich. Owen got a shrimp po'boy. Maggie got chicken tenders. Lily got a chicken philly cheese steak sandwich. I got a chicken-salad sub. I only got a half of one and couldn't eat it all. We could have had anything from barbecue to fried fish to any sort of sub in the world to salads to a Cuban sandwich to a Reuben. We ate outside on the picnic tables under shelter. A man, and I suppose his mother, were there, she making afghan squares and he doing other things (I guess they'd already eaten) including setting a fly trap. 
Don't ask because I do not know. 

Anyway, it was fun. I hadn't seen Gibson or Magnolia in forever and Maggie is chomping at the bit to come spend the night. It's her turn. I told her that when Boppy gets back she can come stay. "Will he be here tomorrow?" she asked. 
Sweet child. 
I forgot to take any pictures until they were about to leave from dropping me off. 




Gibson spent a good fifteen minutes telling us about a dream he'd had last night that he woke up crying from. It turns out that he was crying because in his dream he'd turned into a dragon and accidentally stepped on his mother when she was in a river (I think) and she'd washed away and drowned. 
This would indeed make a boy cry. 
He kept saying, "I'm a very creative person."
He really is and always has been. 

After I got home I had to take a few things to town to hand them off to another guy who's going hunting with Mr. Moon who had forgotten these things. Important things. The guy is flying to the meeting place tomorrow so this was a big mission. I met him in the parking lot of the horrible, no-good, right-wing, tax-cheating, artifact-stealing, denying-their-female-employees-insurance-for-birth-control, fake Christian Hobby Lobby. I will never step foot in that place, just as I will never eat anything from Chik-Fil-A. 
Fuck them. 
Anyway, Hobby Lobby was closed because...Sunday, just as Chik-Fil-A is. 'Cause you know- the Sabbath and all. I gave Mr. Moon's friend the necessary stuff and then went to the CVS in the same strip mall where I had a fantastic time looking at pens and paper. I bought two black pens and a set of colored pens because that just seemed like the thing I needed to do. I can now make my grocery lists with one color for things I need at Publix and a different color for things I need at Costco. How exciting is that? 

I drove home and made a small amount of pie pastry which is going to be part of the individual-sized chicken potpies I am about to make. Talk about exciting! And yes, Le Sueur peas will definitely be involved. 
To continue with the chicken theme, I finally cleaned out the hen house. What a mess! Why must chickens poop so much? You'd think we humans could have figured out a way to train these birds to only do it outside by now but we have not. It's been rather rainy here today and so the chooks have spent a lot of time on my kitchen porch and they poop there too. They like to hang out there on rainy days because it's covered and also, the kitchen door is where most of their treats come through. I have no idea how in the world I became an old woman who has a kitchen porch with chicken poop on it yet here we are. 
Sigh. 

So I'm listening to a horrible book. Why am I listening to it? I'll tell you why. It's set in Apalachicola. One of the books that I wrote (a long time ago) which actually got me an agent although she never sold the book, was set in Apalachicola and I'm having extremely child-like thoughts along the lines of "It's Not Fair! My book is better!" It's written by a "popular" author and it's all formulaic cliches. The entire premise of the damn thing is completely concocted, the dialogue is nothing that normal humans would ever say (especially in Apalachicola) and although I'm not very far in I am pretty sure I know where it's headed. 
Ugh. 
The author has been to Apalachicola. This I will admit. The Piggly Wiggly is mentioned. So I'm torturing myself with that. 

Otherwise, I am not torturing myself at all. I am enjoying myself and feeling pretty good and plan on doing more. Tomorrow I think I will take a short walk and before the week is over, I want to have mopped my kitchen. Meanwhile, I'm doing little needlework projects and watching the sort of TV that my husband has no interest in and doing some reading and just...being. 

It's nice. 

Love...Ms. Moon

21 comments:

  1. That sounded like the meltdown I had a few days ago about Zuckerberg. For good measure I drug in Bezos, and then Gates, and then decided it was time to shut up.
    Those children are beautiful. Tell Gibson I can see he creatively turned around with his back to the dashboard and his seat belt conveniently off his neck. Very creative.

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    1. We feel what we feel and we say what we mean. And we shouldn't shut up until we're done.
      That is my opinion.
      Thank you for saying my grandchildren are beautiful. ❤️

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  2. Just being sounds great about now. I am totally with you on everything you said about hl and chkfa. Yes. One thing I hated about the women's golf which I used to follow on tv was that they accepted sponsorship from cfa, and Anneke Sorenstam, one of my favorite and wonderful player, said nice things about them. Since then I've found she's mucho right wing, very disappointing.

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    1. I'd say offhand that Chik Fil A is trying to curry favor with lesbians by sponsoring that tournament. I know that all the players are not gay but they do have a big lesbian following. What a joke.

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  3. So glad to read you're just bring and have had a good day, same here.

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  4. Isn't it amazing, some of the horrible stuff that gets published? I keep wondering how these things happen. It's got to be all about connections. (Your book isn't "Remembering Blue," by any chance, is it? As I remember we talked about that one before and you didn't like it very much.)

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    1. The book was not "Remembering Blue" but no, I did not like that one either. In this case, the writer has had gazillion books on the best seller lists (as I said "popular" author) and I assume that she sells whatever she writes.

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  5. Gibson does indeed sound like a very creative person! How on earth did he end up as a dragon???

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    1. Well that was AFTER he was a wolf in the dream. So...

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  6. Yes, just being is a good thing. Good to have had time with the Terrific Trio and their Mom.

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    1. Those kids. At one point the boys were bickering and Maggie looked at me and said, "They fight all the time."

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  7. It is nice to have some time to yourself to just do the things that you feel like doing. What a nice outing with the kids and Lily.
    I never shop at Hobby Lobby either or Walmart or Sam's Club. Ugh!
    You do have a lot of chickens so you will have a lot of chicken poop!! :)

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    1. I do, maybe once a year, find myself in Walmart but I hate myself for it. I will NEVER darken Hobby Lobby's door though, nor Chik-Fil-A's. Ever, ever, ever.
      Yes. The more chickens, the more poop. So it goes.

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  8. I've been having very weird dreams lately and I'm even remembering them or parts of them anyway. I had one dream the other night that I'm sure I've had before or part of it anyway, the surroundings were very familiar. I woke up the other night after two weird dreams thinking that's enough of that.

    I refuse to shop at Hobby Lobby as well and I have never eaten at Chik-fil-a and never will.

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    1. I had pretty darn decent dreams last night. And I, too, have recurring dream locations and entire story-lines too. Pretty crazy. Except for the really horrible dreams, I really enjoy mine, I think. But they surely can affect your outlook on a day, can't they?
      You and I shall stand firm in our boycott of the Right Wing Christian shitheads!

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  9. I KNOW your book was better. The fact that the agent didnt sell it was not any kind of statement about the quality of the book, perhaps only the serendipity of the timing. Honestly, there is often no rhyme or reason. Harry Potter was rejected so many times, but people who I'm sure now wish they'd thought twice, and Angela's Ashes was rejected by, I think, 11 publishers before finally being bought and going on to win the Pulitzer Prize. Did you ever consider self-publishing your book? Or, sending it out to an agent once more, just to see what happens, shrugging as you do? If you ever do decide to self publish, let me know and I'll share whatever I can about how that works. You have a built in audience right here!

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    1. Well, she did get a lot of very nice letters from publishers (as did I, actually). I think it was just a little weird and probably hard to categorize. I would not publish it now. It's so very, very dated. And honestly- writing it was one of the best experiences of my life. So there is that!
      Thank you for your generous and loving offer. I adore you.

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  10. Also, Maggie looks like a storybook warrior princess with her poetic ringlets of hair, as if she could slay any dragon. She is one of a kind.

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  11. I'm wishing you'd self-publish your book, and we'd all get together for your book launch.

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  12. I tend to read most novels set in my area but often force myself through lousy dialogue and too many inaccuracies. Never been to Hobby Lobby or Chick filet(which I refuse to call by their dumb name).

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