Thursday, February 14, 2013

blue monday

If today were Monday it would be blue monday.
Not totally sure why, but little things pile up.
A friend, not of the bosom variety, but a friend still, is "shutting down." He has suffered from AD for a while, but not as long as Miriam. He will go in the next few days. We are not close friends, but i grew up with his wife's family. 
And it hurts to loose another to this damnable disease.
So I look forward, but sure to what. 

A few years ago I wrote this 5 liner: 

The cupboards are full of emotion
Broken promises
Hell on a half shell.


Early this week I made a trip back to Idaho.

I had daughter 2 and our youngest granddaughter, who was going to enroll in a small private boarding school up in the mountains of Idaho.

The trip went well. Granddaughter was enrolled successfully, I spent a few hours with an old friend and we came back to Caldwell to stay another night at our house there.

The house is kind of like advanced camping. There are two bedrooms upstairs that are easily heated and beds that are comfortable. One bedroom has 50 packing boxes, mostly of stuff that came out of the pantry, the other a huge stack of doors that came out of the kitchen.

Still, it has hot water and with a couple of small electric heaters it is comfortable.

What to do with the place? I am not sure, my mind jumps back and forth. But or now, I have decided to put off any plans.

It is a crazy little house, but it is so full of wonderful memories.

King Louis

Last spring we bought 10 "day old" chicks.

There were 4 breeds: Silver Laced Wyandottes, Buff Orphingtons, Barred Plymouth Rock and a couple Rhode Island Reds. Each was given a name right after they arrived on the farm. Daughter could tell each one from the other. One looked a little strange after a bit and turned out to be a big beautiful Rooster.

Of the breeds we have the male of the Silver Laced Wyandottes is the most beautiful, and that is what we had. His chick name was Lulu, so when it was obvious that Lulu was not going to work he became King Louis.

He kept the eggs fertilized and us aware of his presence.

Then he began to attack people. First my teen age granddaughters, then my daughter, then a grandson. At that point he committed the unforgivable, he attacked me. The next day an ad was placed in "FreeCycle" offering a beautiful rooster. "We would prefer him to go to a home with loving care, but. . . "

Within hours a deal was made, and that evening, after he had gone to roost, he was whisked away. His new abode is in a pen with two hens. He won't be able to attack people easily.

The remaining 8 hens do not seem to miss him at all. They seem to be content (I admit I do not speak the chicken dialect, so I am guessing) and a LOT quieter with him gone. It is a lot quieter around here, but Louis did give the place a certain amount of class.

Maybe there is a lesson there!