TGIF!! Thank God it’s Friday! This is the kind of Friday we’re having here:
It’s dreary, grey, threatening rain. I’m wishing it would snow, but that’s just not going to happen this year. I’m insanely jealous of my poor friends in New England who are getting hammered with snow. And I’m praying for their safety. I hope their eggs, bread and toilet paper hold out.
One more week till I leave for Orlando. I’m actually kinda nervous about this for a couple of reasons. First, I lived there for eleven years and, outside of missing my friends, I didn’t like Florida. Six years away and I’m not looking forward to spending time there. But I am looking forward to seeing my employer and attending the Global Pet Expo.
Second, I’m leaving the chickens and ducks for a week. This is not good. I spend a great deal of time with them in the backyard, making sure they’re not eaten by hawks. They are used to me. They are not used to other people. I’ve been sending my 15 year old out with them at least once a day for the last week, in hopes that they’ll warm up to him, but Jimmy and Petey still refuse to come out of the coop until he’s virtually out of sight.
Have you ever wondered what it would look like if your life was a reality TV show? I don’t ever wonder that, but I’ve had people tell me it should happen. Poor, deluded friends. I tell all of you the most exciting bits of my life. Which you read in five minutes or less each day. So, for a weekly show, that’s half an hour of material. Nowhere near enough for a reality TV show. Y’all, wandering around the backyard with the ducks, stopping fights between them and the dogs, is nowhere near as glamorous and exciting as it sounds.
Neither is fleshing deer hides. That’s just wet and nasty. I did that yesterday. More to do today. We wound up bucking one of the hides, meaning we scraped off all the lovely, long hair because it was falling out in clumps. 🙁
It made me very sad, but my Hunny will be happy. He’s been asking me to scrape the hair off a hide so he can have buckskin. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to it. This time there was no choice.
Last, but not least, the hawk is still hanging around the yard. Same hawk, I think, which killed two of my chickens last year. My son just told me that it was on the back fence and is beautiful. All I can see, when the hawk is in the yard, is a serial killer. Jeffrey Dahmer on my fence. Waiting for my guard to slip.
Even that’s not exciting enough for reality TV. Screaming at a pretty serial killer because I can’t shoot it. That’s no fun.
Enough! I’m sliding. It must be the weather. Y’all stay safe this weekend! I’ll announce the contest winner on Monday. TGIF my friends!
Until I write again …
Flea
