Parenthood, Personhood

This is one of those days...
Haven't had one of these days in quite some time. Gray as the gunmetal sky, have to put one foot in front of the other, do and do and do until it's done. That's all there is to it.
I've already given the hens fresh straw in their nests and let them out although that damn hawk has been perching around the hen house and I've probably let them out to their deaths.
I'll feel bad if that happens but it makes me feel awful to keep those birds penned up when they want so desperately to be out.
I don't know what that hawk is thinking. There are fifty birds next door, open and available to all sky-entrance. Including small chickens. More easily lifted ones. Plus, there are squirrels running around everywhere. Why would the hawk want one of my few fat hens?
I don't know.

Listen: Most of life doesn't make sense about 99% of the time.
As far as I can tell.

Which is probably why we have religion. To try and explain that 99% of the time that nothing makes sense using the 1% of the time that it does in order to back up the theories.
And that makes no more sense than anything, what I just said there.

I better get to it. Lines to study, things to purchase, a grandson to tend, a performance to get ready for. Things to worry endlessly and fruitlessly about. You know.

But here- here's this- one of my favorite parts of one of my favorite movies. They got this shit RIGHT. And I'm not posting this in response to any fathers I am thinking of at this particular moment. It's just a little Zen Moment of Truth. As far as I can see.


Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon