anteater

i want to brave the world like salvador.

i want to walk my anteater, without compromise. no worries of broken bones or the cost of them. we are what we are.

roll with the punches

Chicken-butt

Every morning I make my coffee and head out for a "Chicken Check" to gather up the eggs, check on water and food and say good morning to my ladies, Hillary and Greta, and let them out to roam around the yard for the day. They spend the day hanging out in different parts of the yard at certain times of day, looking in my sliding glass door and, taunting my horrible cat.

When I do laundry they come running, taking turns trying to get in the laundry closet with me. I've caught Hillary hanging out in the dryer more than once. I think she thinks I like the dryer and wants in on the attention I give it. She loves attention and will hop up on the back table when she wants to get petted. Kitchen-chicken-scraps are always very exciting, grapes are one of their favorites... and mine too because it usually turns in to a chicken soccer match.

My favorite thing, besides the pretty blue-green eggs, is when I come home they run up to the gate and then walk me to the door. My little chicken entourage.

   
                            

Simply Perfect

Sometimes, I just want a beautiful board of cheese and little nibbles for dinner. There is something so calming and not able to be rushed about it.

Some Blue and honey, some Fontina, sweet grapes and some water crackers and let's not forget a nice bottle of red wine.

Flowers Every Sunday

A few months ago my son, Louie and I were lounging around in my bed on a Saturday evening taking turns reading to each other, and he set the book down and gave me a stern look. He said "Mom, I have to talk to you about something. You are really good at taking care of me and all kinds of other stuff, but you really suck at taking care of yourself. You should do more nice things for you."

I sat there a minute or so, wondering what the hell do I say to that.....? Not much I could say really. He was right. I also have to point out, that when your 11 year old has the perspective to point this out to you, it feels a little unnerving, okay, okay,  a lot unnerving actually. I realized that I really didn't think about myself all that much at all.

My first action item was to commit to buying myself flowers every Sunday, and to try to think about myself a little more often. We all need to.... and we all deserve flowers on Sundays.