Mojo found a deer carcass, deposited head under the plum and deposited poop in house. I think I may have gone to sleep too early, tired and nauseous. Now I'm wrestling with diarrhea which I'm hoping is merely a 24 hour bug. Need to check on the studio, but lazy. Lovely sun, hate feeling sick - got to be well for webbie lunch tomorrow. About to take some homeopathic Phosphorus and go into the green house to water the plants and be really warm, surrounded by green, flowers even.
Feeling better, cheers from Texas.
Afternoon walk to the river with goats who refused to join the dogs under the rare long leaf pine. Many turkey tracks arrowing us back and forth the creek. My dog company won't be happy with me, but I think I will leave them inside while I ride the truck up to get the mail.
woke up this morning around 6, feeling pretty good, got email from travelers that they had arrived in Bangkok. so sorta whistled out to open the chickens - two eggs already. On the way back to the house i noticed that there was steam coming from the hot water heater vent in the studio, the windows were steamy - and as i got closer the f***ing back door was open. oh, f, f, f...i put the eggs in the house and ran to the studio. It is 11 degrees outside, but it is hot in the studio and water is gushing from under the kitchen sink. I turn off valves, no help. I scream. the water must be an inch deep thru out the studio. I pull out a rug, turn off space heaters.
Back to my house and swallow pride, call John. I figure i can always scream again. He tells me he thinks there is a shut off valve in the bathroom of the studio, that i don't have to dig outside.
there is no shut off in the studio, after i pull out sheet rock. So I dig outside under the container. It takes a few more phone calls and screams, until i find the correct valve - the blue handle one before the flood stops. I turn off the gas to the hot water heater. I pull out the other rugs, then dare to peak under the bed where there is the johnny jump up. I bring out things to dry,luckily not much. A neighbor has a wet shop vac he'll lend me. thankful now that it is studio and not the house. I'm going out to take some pictures. I'm exhausted and it is only noon. i canceled a client and worked with them over the phone. i think it is a good day for a nap.
what i've put off is checking the closets! hope there's no papier mache on the floor! i did have a box of books on the floor which are now soaked. But the sun is out and it is 32 at least. Going to let the goats out, bring them water.
The eggs today looked like spring, a tease in January to have the pale colors. I'll take a tease in January, a day of sun in the upper 40's - oh, I would dance for that. Then again I'll dance about for less or worse. Today the eggs were so beautiful in the basket that i had to photograph them and I had to celebrate the email around 3 this afternoon saying that the travelers had arrived in Seoul. In sync with the email came a phone call from Ma and Pa wondering if the travelers had arrived in Thailand. It was a day of gifts; Chelsea brought books to qigong, Saroj gave me a ride, Jenny and Mike drove down my road to help melt the snow...and we had hot chocolate. Visitors a rare treat in January. Now to watch my Netflix and finish a book, I will speak of it later.
Because I am reading Jim Minick's THE BLUEBERRY YEARS, I woke up this morning wanting muffins (actually I wanted pie that stains tongue and teeth as Jim so well describes). And they are delicious and something to do with all the eggs accumulating. No school so no qigong, although just an inch of snow out here. Baldwin called last night to say they made it to Charlotte, that the trip was treacherous once at the NC border on I-77. The airports should be open by tomorrow morning - soon they will be dancing on the beach in Thailand - sending me sunshine at least in my heart. Was fun to talk to Ezra last night who is in Vail with my brother, it is seventeen BELOW there - too cold to ski. Need to bundle up again to bring water to goats and a bit of corn; chickens are out and braving the garden. Later a trip to the mailbox and to feed Alaska cat up at the blue house. It is snug in the kitchen with so many warm bodies.
Along with care of animals, Mr. Lee and I are charged with loving the baby dolls - this should be easy, as long as i keep the baa-ing lamb away from Mr. Lee.
About an hour and a half ago I began my journey into the space of the hollar laid more prickly bare without this face and her people. They began their trip a day early due to the weather and hopefully are having an uneventful drive to Charlotte where they will visit with Pearl's crib mate, Joey and her family (the former family of Mr. Lee!) Wednesday morning they will fly from Charlotte to Atlanta and from there to Thailand - Buddha-land Pearl says! Fitting I suppose that it is snowing and I have just parked the Prius at the top of my road, walking back kicking gravel into the center, calling for Mojo and Irie to come down to the house to spend the night with me and mr. lee! I won't be lonely for animal commiseration and I have oodles of fresh eggs. And now I am off to close up the chickens for the night and to call again to Mojo and Irie who are still hanging out on their porch in doggy deep denial!!!
I realize it has been a week since I stopped to write, busy anticipating six weeks of winter without grand baby, not wanting to face company lacking! But as reality sets in, I find I am moving from denial into acceptance and further into silliness. The goats have settled in, grazing outside their yard without need of much supervision for an hour. The 9 Blue House hens seem to be enjoying the greater yard; 7 eggs today and Baldwin added more laying spots. But I'm not cheered by the snow flurries and by the forecast of more snow on Tuesday.
Here I sit on the sofa (upstairs is warmer!) with Katrina on my right and with Mr. Lee on my left. Katrina wants to play with my homeopathic program key or her tail; she behaves much better since Mr. Lee has become a member of the family - I haven't been scratched in a month. We'll be the sofa three; the Netflix trio. We'll pooh pooh the snow! I'll learn cat/dog qigong! Glad I've got a NOOK!
what else to do on New Year's Day? oh, yes, we had black eyed peas and greens - but gotta have some music! R
ainy outside, but P and Mr. Lee and I snuggled in my bed - then played ball. Later we bundled up to carry the bird feeder to the shop for refilling.
Slippy sloppy walk with Baba and Mojo and Mr. Lee to the river - still much ice on the north bank. And oh, Baba is right, it is amazing to realize we are into the second decade of 2000. 1984 had so impressed me in high school, that i never thought to live past that date!
Waiting for my chickens to roost so that i can dress to go into town for Burton's annual New Year's Day feast.
OH, WHAT A FACE . A GLORIOUS FACE! sure hope skype works when she's in Thailand!
