Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Annoying


You probably can't really see much from that picture but it's a guy standing on a train track repairing thing. It's connected to a giant crane-like machine and they're working right behind my house with great machinery noises and yelling and squeaking of brakes and occasional big blasty BLAMS! and I have no idea what they're doing but I swear to god it seems like they've been working on that little piece of track forever and ever since dirt was clean and chickens were dinosaurs.

It is annoying.

This cold or whatever I have is also annoying. I just feel so tired and shitty and not quite bad enough to get back in bed but not good enough to do anything. Mr. Moon sweated and froze for a few hours last night and did not eat any soup. He wanted some ginger ale and crackers so I drove down to the little store by the now-closed truck stop and purchased him some from the night-crawler lady who works there 24 hours a day, seven days a week as far as I can tell. She's not an albino, or at least I don't think she is, but she does look as if sunlight has not touched her in decades. The little store is owned and operated by the same family which has owned and operated it for one million years, or longer than they've been working on that little piece of railroad, and she has always been there. I have said before and I do believe this- I think she must sleep on a tiny cot in a back room.
If she is allowed to sleep.
Her fingers are practically translucent, her eyes never meet anyone else's eyes, but she sure can ring up your purchase and ask if you want a bag.
Also? They are now selling gator heads of various sizes at that store.
Lloyd is odd in some ways.
But. Back to Mr. Moon. So by bedtime he said he was feeling much better and he never did throw up and he's back at work again. I hear that Vergil never threw up either so this may be an entirely different illness than the one everyone else had because that illness certainly involved a great deal of throwing up, as well as other bathroom-related activities if you know what I mean and I feel sure that you do.

Violet is still sitting on those eggs. She appeared to have kicked another one out of the pile this morning and I took it and threw it in the woods. It's just a big pile of nasty mess at this point and truthfully, I need that tractor coop for Nicey and Dearie and Trinky and Tronky and Nora and Hawk because it's time for them to get out of the tub for at least a few hours a day and learn about dirt and bugs and so forth. When I went out to check on the situation a few moments ago, I found Trixie and Butterscotch perched on the side of the little coop.


They jumped down when I started inspecting the nest but they certainly seem interested in whatever-in-hell is going on. I wish they could tell me. Frankly I believe that putrefaction is the only thing going on there but I guess I'm going to give little mama a few more days. 
I have no idea why.

And that is all of the news from Lloyd although of course it's not. Every house and every mobile home and every residence of every sort whether man-made, bird-built or fox-hollowed has its own news and I would be most horribly speciescentric (I'm sure that's not a word) as well as egocentric and narcissistic to pretend otherwise. 

Can I go back to bed now?

Love...Ms. Moon


16 comments:

  1. Wishing for a quick return to health for you and the family.

    Are you still thinking about getting a few tiny chicks for Violet? It sounds like a great idea to me!

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    1. Turned out I just didn't have the energy to deal with the situation beyond finally facing the fact that those eggs were never, ever going to hatch. Jesus Christ himself couldn't have brought them back to life.

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  2. Appreciate the update on the happenings. This pile of probably rotting eggs has been great fun. And not I'm not kidding. I love how you can make a story.

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    1. Well, it was an interesting experience. For me, anyway!

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  3. A duck and her willing sisters once did that with a pile of eggs that pretty much half filled a 5 gallon bucket in the end, what a stinky mess! She was usually a trustworthy little mama that had hatched out several wonderful little families. I will be very interested to hear what transpired with Violet.

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    1. I wonder why sometimes things all work as they should and sometimes they just don't. Was it the cold snap we had? Or maybe...they just weren't fertile.

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  4. I vote for tossing all of Violets eggs and giving her a few day old chicks to set on and rear. For what it's worth........ and wishing you all a speedy recovery from your yuck's! By the way....love the description of the *night crawler* lady at the market........ bet she's got some stories to tell . ;-)

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    1. I tell you what- I'm not sure I'd WANT to hear those stories. Stephen King might though.

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  5. Oh lord, I've been in Florida twice in the last two weeks, and came home with something I don't know what to call... Not quite sick enough to be sick but just miserable with a headache and chills and fatigue and a rumbling gurgling stomach and I was sure I'd throw up two nights ago but I haven't. My daughter has a terrible cold and maybe I got a little of this and a little of that but I need it to go away. I'm sure you can relate. Soup and tea and rest, that's all I know to do, and now my husband is starting to have the same symptoms. Yuck.
    Hope you and Mr. Moon are feeling better soon. And that not all the eggs are rotten!
    Also I hear you with the reluctance to go through all those test again, year after year. I'm pretty sure they're not going to catch what's going to get me :)
    xo

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    1. I think the entire state of Florida should be quarantined right now. I swear. Everybody I know has been sick with something. I hope you recover soon, sweet Mel.
      And I agree with you about the tests.

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  6. I hope you all feel better soon. sounds like what I had but mine involved the bathroom...Sorry for your troubles.

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    1. The only thing which has been affected by this illness for me is my damn appetite.
      Sigh.

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  7. Poor, poor Violet. I'm glad Mr. Moon and Vergil didn't succumb to all of The Lloyd Plague's ill effects!

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    1. Yep. It's definitely the Time of the Plagues around here now.
      I suspect Violet will recover. But I do feel sorry for her. That was a lot of work.

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  8. poor Violet must be desperate for a chick to raise or else she's just plain crazy. and I'm glad whatever bug y'all got wasn't the really bad one.

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    1. Once a hen goes broody, there's just no ending it until they either hatch or the eggs are forcibly removed. It's just an incredibly strong instinctual behavior.

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