Not Enough Hours

Let's start off with the bad news. My stupid, stupid dog killed Pecker a few days ago. I'll spare you all the gory details, but have to say that I was affected by this in a way that surprised me. I felt grief like I don't usually feel. Was bowled over by it, sitting in the woods sobbing, gasping for air, wrapping my mind around this loss. That rooster was more than a bird to me. He represented something that I have been craving~ strength, beauty, vitality~ I'm not sure exactly what, but when I lost him, I felt like I lost a piece of myself.

But I'm over it now. Life goes on. My dog is not my best friend however. And if I come across the bear that ripped more of my coop apart that same day, I'm going to kick his ass. Seriously.

My days have been filled, I feel like I am racing through them at break neck speed. I baby sit four days a week now, and it changes my routine. Establishing two gardens is consuming my energy, physically and mentally. In a good way though. We started an impromptu remodel of our kitchen. I have hit some yard sales, and we've been pretty busy with foster children. I picked up a pattern for a top I want to make, and some circular knitting needles for a project that will be made with my imaginary homespun yarn. I am running low on soap, and need to make more and do that tutorial I've promised too many times already. And a million other things.

I am dealing with full days by starting them very early. Yesterday I was at Lowes at 6:15 am. Do you know they Windex their tractors in the morning? This morning I was at the school garden at 6:30. I think this week the school garden is really going to start to come together. I can't wait to share pictures.

On my way home this morning, I was flagged down by a local figure. I rolled down my window, and he asked me for coffee money. I gave him what I had on me and he said:
"You're going to have a great day!"
"Jesus will give you many blessings!"
Then he started riding off on his bicycle, and turned around to shout at me
"Be nice to your husband!"
He rode a little farther, then turned and yelled even louder
"Be nice to your husband!!"

Alrighty then. Not bad advice, I guess.

Take Care!

Comments

[Vallen Queen]

You are something, Bree, really something. Maybe you should do a tutorial on getting so much done in one short day. Have mercy! And be good to your husband!

[Roxanne]

Oh, poor Pecker. I'm very sorry for your loss. It always brightened my day to hear about him! Good gravy woman, you have a lot going on right now. Take care of yourself!

[Em]

Awww.... I'm so sorry about Pecker Bree - I hope it's OK I shortened your name. I like it better that way! Ha! I don't look at my cat the same way anymore after watching him devour an almost full-grown rabbit last summer... I still love him, but he's not my best friend. It seems you and I have been on a parallel busy-ness track. Good luck with your projects! I'm hoping to get something in the mail to you tomorrow!

[Rosanne - Firefly Nights]

I'm very sorry about the loss of your rooster. He was a very handsome bird.