When I went out to clean the nests in the hen house today, Darla was off the nest, doing her self-care (haha!), eating, drinking, taking a little dirt bath. I got to see what she is sitting on and there you have it. Only two of those eggs are hers, if that many. I really should mark them and take away any others that accumulate. Seven is enough I think, especially in this hot weather when the temperature under her body must reach well over a hundred degrees.
Again though- I don't really know what the best thing to do would be.
The heat and mugginess has gotten to me even though I have the air conditioner on all the time now. Generally in summer I turn it off in the morning and open the doors and let the fresh air in but that only means that in the evening, when I turn it back on out of desperation, it takes hours to get back to a comfortable temperature. That can't be efficient. But I took a decent walk this morning and have been half crippled since. I still managed to get some things done. The hen house, some laundry, and I went to town to buy shrimp and groceries. Mr. Moon wants a salad for supper tonight and it will be a shrimp salad. I have boiled the shrimp and now must peel and de-vein it.
Sometimes I think I am just insane. I am really too tired for any of that sort of mess.
And so here I am, being bitchy and cranky like a small child who needs a nap desperately. We keep getting forecasts for rain and then it does not appear but the skies are heavy and bruised and I am a believer in the old wive's tale that an impending storm aggravates joints and muscles. Old wives are smart as shit and know a thing or two about pain. I am almost angry that the rain does not come as promised. Who am I angry at? The forecasters? The sky gods? My own body?
Whatever. I just wish it would happen and that the skies would open and rain would fall to cleanse everything and that lightening and thunder with their cracking electricity and booms could change the very charge of the air.
Well, obviously I have nothing of worth to say tonight. I plan to get to bed as soon as possible, as early as is deemed fit for an adult because tomorrow Levon and August are coming to play so that their parents can have a much-needed day to themselves. And also, of course, because I am tired as hell.
Perhaps we shall walk down to the post office which is in an old train depot with the boys tomorrow to check out this event:
Did I already post about this?
I can't remember. I can't remember shit.
Anyway...grilled hot dogs! I hope they have relish.
Happy Friday, y'all.