Oi Monday!

Monday. Tough Monday. It's not the chickens...they are fine and growing. Ruth doesn't like to be held so much and is trying more and more to fly. It was a bit cloudy and cool after a gorgeous weekend. James Taylor and Carole King put on a great performance at Key Arena.

Today...something seemed a-rye as I showered. You ever get that suspicious feeling that alludes to something but you can't quite put your finger on it? Well, I went to a friends house with portable hard drive in hand to give him some programs that he'd lost the cd's for. He was thrilled. He was clumsy. Knocked my hard drive over and now it chirps every few moments. It didn't use to chirp. I prefer the chicks do the chirping. I spent about on hour online with Seagate trying to decipher the problem without success.

Four o'clock rolled around and it was time to meet a friend for Starbucks Happy Hour. Yes, you read that right. And yes, I have been taking full advantage. I'll worry about the calories later. I'm not exactly sure what happened. I was at the top of my stairs one moment and half way down a split second later. No bouncing. My right arm got scuffed from my wrist to forearm. I stared at my ankle. "Get up! F'get about it!" I told myself. Off I went. I felt a little nauseous...landing with profound hardness gave my boys a jolt. "Buck up. You're ok." I pressed on. The time with my friend was awesome.

It's been a few hours. I need to whine. My forearm burns. My back is stiff. My ankle is pulsing and tender to move. When I look right, my neck is sore (just now discovering). This means my Tuesday is not going to be fun, huh? I know much, much more could have gone wrong today...I'm sad for the potential of my life to be lost on the hard drive. I'm shocked to have fallen and hurt myself... I seldom get physically hurt. I don't like to be slowed or hindered. Dear heavenly Doctor, Please take these aches and pains away quickly. I will tread more carefully.

Names

At this point, the littles have names. I'm not sure if there is much of a point, but nonetheless, currently, their names are (from left to right), Grace, Esther, Kevin & Ruth. I don't have any kids, and can't remember the last time I had to name something... it's a funny process. Grace is a beautiful thing, a wonderful U2 song, and something I need to work more on in my life. Apparently this little chick had been rejected due to something funny with her neck. Something in me made her my first pick regardless her condition. She seems fine, although, I think a little narcoleptic. When I hold her, she'll stand, eyes slowly close, head nod, and sometimes, fall over. She makes me laugh. Ruth and Esther-for some reason, I thought they were sisters in the Bible, now, realize they were not, however both were very empowered women. These two are supposed to lay blue/green and red eggs. Then... there's Kevin. It was a housemates girlfriends idea. My first thought was, "That's silly." But then remembered how much I liked the movie, UP. Kevin was also a great housemate and friend at one time. He was also my best friend in college and it happens to be his birthday today. Plus, I think it's funny to name a girl Kevin....perhaps too many years listening to Johnny Cash's A boy named Sue. All kidding aside, I definitely want them all to be girls... Roosters are not allowed in city limits.

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Happy May day

Can't decide between these two photos. May 1 is opening day for boating here in Seattle. The Montlake cut is closed for the day as crew teams race from Lake Union to Lake Washington. Everyone with boats, forms a corridor on the east side of the cut, to view the team races and celebrate the day. Hence, the photo of me is on my friends yacht. If I had children, perhaps we would pick flowers and visit the neighbors, ringing and running and yelling, "Happy May Daaaaay!" Seems like the thing to do...although, I don't remember why. Well, here's a photo of the rose bush I purchased in memory of Mama. It's called a Margaret Merrill. I think it's so beautiful in all stages of bud, slightly opened and fully open. I'm pretty proud of this picture too. While living in Austria, there were many stories about the May Pole dance and pranks played on neighbor villages. Now those, those seemed like fun. Tradition. Where has it gone?

Rain City Chickens

So I just realized that I kinda started another blog... but not really. You see, for the past few months, I've been talking about getting chickens. I grew up with them...which, for the record, does not mean I grew up in a barn...but we raised them in our living room. My dad was more prone to farm stock than he was dogs & cats. Well, something must have carried over from those childhood days. At the risk of repeating myself, I'll send ya over to Back Yard Chickens so you can see what I've been up to. For the moment, the skies have cleared and it's time for a walk.