“Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” — Ben Franklin.
I’m still waiting for the wealthy part! LOL!
I’m not exactly Sleepless in Seattle at the moment, but I am up in the middle of the damn’ night. This is because I got tired and went to sleep in the tent at 5 pm. yesterday.
By 2 a.m., I was well-rested, so I got up, came inside, and did some necessary housework that I was too tired to tackle yesterday. Now that’s taken care of — plus a couple other things that weren’t pressing, but could be done quietly so as not to wake the folks on the other side of this duplex-like home — I have nothing else to do.
I’ve looked at Facebook, looked for additional writing gigs on “Upchuck” (my nickname for Upwork, so I keep my sense of humor when I’m slogging through the site), and fed Patches. There’s nothing else to do short of washing the kitchen floor, which I did two days ago, so … here I am… with nothing much to report since last time.
In other news…
The goats got into the chicken pen again so I fixed that for good. Now they’re pouting, but chicken feed is too costly to feed to goats (and it isn’t good for them).
I’m getting six to eight eggs per day from the hens. More happen every day. I expect they’ll all be laying by the end of the month.
I’ve been video visiting with far-flung friends recently, now that I’m on the mend and can handle chatting again. A couple days ago I chatted with Hannah McCrane, and yesterday (?) I chatted with Tia in Russia and Samoel in Germany. The three of us get together every couple weeks, on average, but I haven’t engaged for a month because I was feeling under the weather. Little by little, I’m feeling better and staying up longer without napping or crapping out early (which I did last night at 5). I’m taking an iron supplement to address my anemia. The additional tests came back okay except that my TSH (thyroid) level is a little bit higher than normal. THAT can cause fatigue and lethargy, too.
I finally walked again yesterday. I hadn’t walked in more than a week until then.I plan to walk daily again from now on, since yesterday’s walk was pretty much a breeze. And fall is definitely in the air. Yesterday was the first day I walked where I felt somewhat chilly the entire two miles. Before, I’d start out feeling chilly and end up peeling off my jacket or outer sweatshirt halfway around.
I’m semi-paranoid about the chickens.
It occurred to me recently that if I ever passed out in the chicken coop for any reason (I have never passed out during this bout of whatever it is), I’d wake up eye-less and probably eardrum-less because they are blood-thirsty little peckers. I know this because if I go in there in shorts they peck at my legs — and they don’t kid around when they peck. They draw blood, whch makes them start acting like sharks during a feeding frenzy! So if I ever fell down and didn’t get right back up, they’d be in there feasting on my bare skin, wherever it was. And that would be my face. NOT a pleasant thought!
In fact, the perfect murder could be carried out by throwing the victim in with a flock or chickens and walking away for a day or so, and then “discovering” the poor unfortunate skeleton that would result from a couple days of the chickens’ ministrations! (If some killer actually does this as a result of my insight, I claim blamelessness!!!)
Funny, isn’t it? I go biking to cougar and bear country with barely a negative thought, but every time I enter The Chicken Pasture, I tell myself, “Now, no passing out or falling down and breaking something, because if you do, it’s gonna be all over for you!” I’ll take an encounter with a bear or a cougar over a flock of chickens any day and twice on Sundays because the likelihood of being molested by them is slim to nil. (Look at the statistics!) But chickens? They’re always open to molesting me — just show up slightly bare in any area, and they peck me there! OUCH and DAMN!!!
I hope the foregoing doesn’t give you nightmares. It gives ME daymares. “Time to go get the eggs. I deserve combat pay.”
No, but really. I adore my hens. I really do. The minute I step out the back door they come running to their gate, figuring I’m on my way over to give them some new treat. (And they’re nearly always right, and when they aren’t, I get them a treat anyway just because they’re so EXCITED to see me.)
I never thought — until just this moment –that instead of thinking, “Oh, good! More treats!” they might be thinking, “Oh, good! Maybe he’ll come in a pass out today! ”
HA HA HA HA HA HA …
heh heh heh …
oh, my…
