A Benefit of Sleeping In

January 6, 2016January 6, 201617 Comments

It isn’t every day that I get to sleep in, but this morning as Bob left for work an hour earlier than usual he offered to reset the alarm for me.

I took that offer!

Still foggy headed I let the dogs out, made coffee, let the dogs back in and fed them. I then proceeded to wander over to the big picture window in the living room to have my first view of the day. Sunny, too cold, the bird bath’s contents a solid block of ice.

A dear leaps into my view and races across the yard. I’m awake now! Another leaps by and as my jaw drops, yet another follows close on her tail!

I think it took me a full minute to realize I was standing there with my mouth open and silly wide-eyed expression still pasted across my face. What an awesome way to start the day!

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I hope your day is pleasant and has at least one surprise in store for you too.

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2016: get up and go

December 31, 2015December 31, 201521 Comments

‘We are on the precipice of change. The New Year, 2016, awaits us with hope for better times, prosperity, and comfort. We want a change from the worries and strife we faced this year and yet, if we are honest with ourselves, most of us have it pretty good. It is all in our perspective.

I could sit here and complain. I could talk about ills and aches and lack of funds, but that would “be a drag” as we used to say in my youth. Which brings me to this gem that Bob was singing early this morning…

Get up and Go by Pete Seeger

“Old age is golden so I’ve heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But though nations are warring and business is vexed
I’ll stick around to see what happens next.

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I’m able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.

When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night thru.
Now I am older my slippers are black,
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all,
I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all.

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I’m able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I’m not there I know I’m not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.”

If I think on it, my get up and go has been to so many amazing places and as I muse about the future I’m pretty sure there’s so much more . . .

“So in spite of it all I’m able to grin!”

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I have no resolutions. My knees are so much better and I am planing a garden again this year, because I miss all that summer goodness stored away in my pantry for winter.

What are you looking for in the new year?

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NOTE: I found an interesting tidbit this morning on the poem Get up and Go at Poets.Net. Apparently it was originally written by Anonymous. Isn’t that the case? Most of the really good stuff is penned by Anonymous. I think I should like to meet this Anonymous someday. 😉

So without further commentary the link to Get up and Go at Poets.net is HERE

The Crazy Chicken Lady Gazette Vol. 1, No 3

December 26, 2015December 26, 201537 Comments

Bringing you all the chicken poop that’s fit to print, and some as what ain’t.

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Friends, Christmas arrived bringing in rare and unseasonably warm weather. Rain, tornadoes, thunder, hail the size of baseballs and flooding ! We didn’t see all of this ill weather but honey it was house shaking thunderbolts and too much rain here on the Farmlet. It rained all day Thursday, and today. It’s gonna rain off and on throughout the weekend and then storm again on Monday with more rain for the rest of next week.

This is a *terrible picture, but you can see that the neighbors light pole now stands in a lake of water.

And our neighbor’s property across the way was even worse!

For those who might wonder our property drains quite well and we are thankful for that!

The kids in the neighborhood hardly got a chance to get out and play with their new scooters and bikes before their folks had to round them up and bring them back inside. Glad I’m not a kid anymore. That would have killed it right there for me!

So, like the kids on the street we were forced to stay inside too and dream of sunshine, drier and more seasonable weather, and then turn on the air conditioner so we wouldn’t overheat the house with all that cookin’.

Bob was so excited about dinner that he wanted All Y’all to see we had a good southern summer picnic affair complete with roast chicken, tater salad, collard greens, deviled eggs, and apple pie a la mode! What else you gonna cook in weather like this?

He dug in soon as I snapped this picture.

At the end of our quiet day we took a moment to be thankful that we had good honest food, a roof to keep out the rain, and the best gift of all, the remembrance of God’s Son born in Bethlehem all those many years past.

Thanks goes out the Kathee, Bob’s sister, for the lovely Bethlehem village she gave us a long time ago! It sure cheered up this gloomy window scene.

Oh, I almost forgot!

Polly and Fredrik were delighted with all the rain, and said,

best Christmas ever!

:V

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As I finish this post I hear more thunder in the distance. I am tired, but will soon be sleepin’ snug as a bug in a rug” as my grandmother Pauline used to say. Well, that is, if that thunder don’t move any closer! 😯

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*Actually, all the pictures are terrible today. It was just too dark and I couldn’t be still enough to get a picture without wobbling before the shutter closed. 😛