Seasons

Posted on | February 23, 2011 | 2 Comments

I was going to write a post on how our GPS almost made us famous last weekend.  Turning right on a logging road in winter just because "tomtom tells us to" is not good, depiste the husbands reassurance.  But to be concise, good ol' fashioned maps saved the day.  Technology, you lose.

Next I thought I'd write about how the cat I grew up with, Milo, died two days ago.  My mother called me bawling, saying "the only man that was ever there for me" passed.  Two days before that she was almost fired for telling two women off (using many f words) because they made fun of a mentally challenged woman.  Fair, right?  Sigh.

Maybe you'd be interested in the baby chicks we bought a mere two and a half weeks ago.  They have feathers.  Lots and lots of feathers - on their bums, wings, necks.  A miniature dinosaur of sorts. We even adopted one more (an accident, the local grange is too convincing).   On the plus side, she'll lay blue and green eggs!  

I know you'd like to come this summer simply for a blue egg omelette and veggies from the garden.  Don't deny it.

It's snowing.  Fat, wet flakes.  That's odd in western Oregon, my friends.

Finally I'd like to point out that May is coming.  I can't quite believe it.  My mind hasn't decided whether to be elated or scared shitless.  I think it's a combination of both.  My own personal baby steps in these next couple of months involves positive thinking, healthy choices, and faith.  The glass half empty April is getting the boot.

To end this collaboration of thoughts, I leave you with our neighbors.  They seem to fit my mood as of late, sleepy; in hibernation before the new season.

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