Today has been an almost ludicrously non-productive day for me. First off, I slept way too late and had dreams that flattened me like the medical professionals want to flatten that curve, left me gasping and completely disoriented. I tried to come back to "real life" but somehow "real life" just wasn't doing it for me today. I'm not reading every piece of news that comes up but enough to know that Trump and some Republicans are ready, willing, and perhaps even able to sacrifice a few million people for the sake of the economy, especially if those people are us grandparent types.
Think of what that would do for the funeral industry alone!
As the old people are saying on that there Twitter.
And Trump wants the churches full for Easter! Hold on there, Big Boy! Your man Jesus has been dead and resurrected for over 2,000 years. I think we can hold off on the annual celebration for a little while. Do your praying, egg-hunting, and chocolate bunny eating at home! And we all know he doesn't give a gold-plated crap about who is or isn't in church. He just wants the stores and factories and highways humming along again with people buying shit and using petroleum products and booking flights to anywhere and if some people drop dead well- whatever! It's the economy, stupid!
You know what I think? I honestly believe that he thinks that if the economy picks up and the stock market starts making it's way back up that he'll be re-elected. So fuck what the experts say and fuck what they've experienced in other countries and fuck what it means to lose a loved one and/or fear for one's own life and LIFT THOSE RESTRICTIONS!
Okay. This isn't doing my blood pressure one bit of good.
So this morning we took the preteen chicks out to the baby coop in the big coop. As you can see in the picture above. This is always a happy moment for me, introducing the chicks to dirt and fresh air and sunshine and breezes and a little more room to roam. Plus, the grown flock can meet and become acquainted with the younger ones so that when they do blend, it will be easier and less stressful for all concerned. I pulled up a few bolting, spent, wormy plants from the garden and put them in the little coop with them to give them a project and extra nutrition.
The little ones are doing fine.
My favorite thing to see is when one of them spreads out a tiny feathered wing in a nice stretch under the light. They chirp, chirp, chirp constantly which if they're being raised by a mama and not by a human, allows the mother to know where each and every baby is at all times. She, too, chirps almost constantly so that they will know where she is. It's a good system.
Hive location report: Today, being a bit stressful, hives began raising and itching early on. Mostly on the legs. Behind the left knee and on the left side of the right knee. This fascinates me. How does my body decide where on the skin to show its unhappiness with my present state of anxiety? I do not know. But I'm grateful that it's always a place I can get to to scratch.
Besides baby chicken-tending, I haven't done one damn thing except to make the bed and cut out my dress. The way this is going I should have it done by Easter in case I want to wear it to church.
Easy if you're not completely unable to focus, think, or have the attention span of a mosquito. I swear. I don't even KNOW what I do all day. Try to do a crossword. Go check on the chicks. Scroll Facebook. Make our lunch. Try the crossword again. Check chicks. Pee. Drink water. Refill Yeti with ice and water. Crossword. Facebook. Load dishwasher, put in soap, set it, forget to press "Start."
Today and tomorrow are the days that Publix has designated as senior days with special hours. Or, actually, hour, which starts at 7:00 a.m. Well, fuck that. I want (not need, want) to go out tomorrow and get some things there and at Costco and I NEED to pick up my hormones at the compounding pharmacy. Costco doesn't open until 10:00 and fuck if I'm going to be lined up at Publix before the sun rises, only to have to sit in my car and wait until the other places I need to go are open.
I'm such a rebel.
Tonight's supper will be a lovely split-pea soup with garden carrots and greens, a tiny bit of bacon for seasoning, onions, celery, garlic, potatoes, and so forth. Also, a tropical fruit salad because I have mangos that need eating as well as some formerly fresh pineapple which is getting less fresh by the second. And strawberries. Maybe a banana. Like a smoothie but not pureed. In a dish. That you eat with a fork. Or spoon. Or your fingers.
I am fairly trembling with excitement. Hell, I might throw a little flaked coconut in there! We'll call it dessert.
Okay. I will also mention that it has been another beautiful day here. The breeze has been strong, the sky has been blue. Suddenly the wisteria is more leaf than blossom. I am grateful for all of that. I am also grateful that my husband and I are getting along nicely. The first few days I was a little worried but it didn't take long for us to rub the rough edges off and settle into a comfortable, close companionship. I am so lucky. I hope that he feels that he is lucky too.
Off to stir the soup and cut up mangos!
I am so, so grateful for all of you. I KNOW I'm not alone but you all make me feel that in my bones.