Feeling the urge to write this morning, but I don’t have a single topic that is driving it, so here are some random pithy thoughts for your reading pleasure…
- I began chapter 6 of The Lonely Time yesterday. It flowed pretty freely, which it doesn’t always. I’m getting to know these characters better. I’ve loved illustrating them through their actions. This week I told a bit of one character’s story through having her eat a pickle. I have no idea where that came from, but when I read back over it, I thought it worked pretty well. Of course, I am biased because I wrote it. Somebody else reading it might say “What the hell is up with the pickle eating??” And they’d be right, of course, because each reader brings her or his own experiences and perspective to it. So, if someday you are reading it and you get to the pickle eating part, feel free to say that. Oh, and the eating of the pickle is NOT intended as a metaphor for anything. I’m not a creepy Grimm brother.
- Yesterday Jeremy and his dad continued to work on the backyard. New fence was installed around the kitchen garden and some other odds and ends were completed. Today we will continue. We have 2 new raised beds to fill and then a number of cold weather seeds and plants to get into the garden. We are moving a number of plants out of the dog yard and switching locations for some shrubs. Jeremy is a plant mover. He is continually moving something from one spot to another. I think much of this comes with having to be mindful of our use of limited space, but some of it is also because Jeremy can’t sit still. He is a tweaker, never quite satisfied, always thinking about what he is going to do next. I’m okay with that – his ideas are good and logical, plus it makes him happy. This week he finally succeeded in digging out an ancient hydrangea, the only ornamental plant here (besides the 2 mature red maples,) when he moved in. We both kind of hated to see it go, feeling a little nostalgic because Mrs. Hilt (the former owner and current ghost in the house,) probably planted it, but the truth of the matter is a) it was in a terrible spot, and b) it was ugly. It was the variety that bloomed on old wood so trimming it meant it didn’t bloom, and the leaves burned every year in the full sun. The root ball was almost 3 feet across, so we didn’t really have the room to relocate it. We don’t often give up on a plant, but we did on this one. I’m a little worried that it will piss of Mrs. Hilt, though.
- While Jeremy and his dad were ding that, I finally retrieved the Christmas stuff that had been on display at the museum since December. It was odd packing up Christmas decorations on Easter weekend, but so be it. I took a picture of it sitting in the living room before I carried it downstairs and posted it saying I was finally putting the Christmas decorations away, which was not a lie. Unfortunately a few friends commented that they, too, had finished that yet, so I may have accidentally outed them as procrastinators. Oops. Sorry. Anyway, it is good to have that done and those items safely tucked away for 9 months or so.
- The chicks are progressing nicely. It is strange that the smallest ones, the standards that were probably only a few days old when we got them, will probably be larger than the bantam chicks that were 3 or 4 weeks old when we got them, in a week or 2, even though they are still mostly fluff and the bantams are feathered. One night this week Jeremy must not have gotten the inside door to the Silkies’ cage closed properly and when he went out in the morning one of the Silkies was missing. he looked around for a while until he found her – inside the Rubbermaid tub brooder box with the small chicks, sitting gently over all 5 of them. She must have heard their peeps and flown onto the workbench and then up and into the brooder box. I think we have a good momma on our hands in her, although how she managed to cover 5 growing chicks is a mystery.
- Tomorrow we will be having dinner with Jeremy’s parents and family. At last count, it should be about 20 people. His parents always serve a wonderful delicious meal in a slightly chaotic but happy home with lots of people. We are so fortunate to both have wonderful parents who have become friends, and my parents will again join us at that table. Nan Flo will be there, too, and although Jeremy’s mom Sherry would hurt me for saying this, I hope she is reading all of her tabloid magazines today because that almost always ensures that she has hilarious stories to share and questions to ask. Nan Flo is an American original, and she can let loose with the most outrageous statements you can imagine, often at the dinner table. Perhaps tomorrow we will hear more about the Pistachios (aka Kardashians,) but I have to say I suspect Mr. Trump may come up. That could be bad. Flo is (or, at least at last notice was,) a Hilary supporter, but the train wreck that is Trump certainly holds a fascination for her. Holidays with Flo are never boring. Actually, any day with Flo is a treat! I’ll share any gems she comes up with here on the blog, because Nan Flo is a gift worth sharing!
Have a wonderful Easter, everyone!