I know my blog family has missed me – I’ve missed me too.
I’ve been struggling with the depression a bit over the last couple of weeks. I ended up with a chest cold after Black Friday – totally explained the massive headache I had that day that I blamed on only one mug of coffee before we left instead of the whole pot! My SIL and niece were really great about my pooping out – I literally fell asleep on the floor at Loft while they shopped! Karra kept saying, “Mom, Mom!” so that I would wake up and not fall over and drool or something else equally as embarrassing. I’m having a deja vue moment – have I told you this already?
Anyway, I saw my doc this morning and she’s upping my dosage a bit to see if we can bring me back to a more normal level (for me anyway) and get me focusing again.
So . . . . I have the Christmas cards almost done and I took pictures to post for you (we’ve exeded our Exede, but I’ll try to get them online anyway) and was putting the inserts in last night and then folding the Christmas letter and I ran out of 2-sided tape. Ugh. So I sealed up the ones I had gotten done and then realized that I needed to put Kurt’s and Kristen’s birthday pictures in – so I pulled out all of the ones that need pictures so that I can open them up and insert pictures. I had to find some stickers to help them reseal afterward :p I’m reduced to using a glue stick to put the rest of the inserts into the Christmas cards. I’m really happy with how they turned out and in the future I hope I will remember to only print enough Christmas letters to go in the cards that I put the letter into and not for the whole stack of cards I send out! It cost $40 to get the letter printed – because she cheerfully used a glossy paper stock without asking if that’s what I wanted!! I should have bought the ink and done them at home – that would have only cost me $45! Of course, the paper wouldn’t be as nice and I’d have to clean the print head every 10 papers, but I would have only printed the 25 that I need – see, I told you I was having trouble.
I did talk to my Mom late last week and she sounded much better than she did a few days after her partial knee replacement. She had gotten so discouraged about the therapy machine – 6 HOURS A DAY! and finally told the therapist she wasn’t doing it anymore. Once the staples were out and weren’t pulling on her skin she could sleep better and she doesn’t have a cane or a walker, so she’s moving around their small house much better. My Dad sounded really relieved that she was more cheerful (after all he’s the grumpy old fisherman!).
Which brings me around to today. I was leaving Meijer with a few groceries after my chiropractor and doctor visits when the old phone rings. “Mom, did you let the chickens out today?” Um, no. “Well, Lexi has the rooster and it looks dead.” Which rooster? “Not the silky one.” Ok, breathing can return to normal. I arrive home and Kristen tells me that Big Foot is okay, but when she found him he was lying on his back with his feet in the air and one leg was shaking. I was sure I was coming home to a rooster with at least a broken leg. So, we start investigating to find out how the dogs got the rooster, and it turned out that someone hadn’t pulled the chicken coop door all the way closed this morning after he filled the feed tubes. The cows had decided to go in and visit the chicken coop – isn’t that a sight, cows INSIDE the chicken coop! And when the dogs wanted to go outside to run around and bark at the world, they went under the gate and into the pasture to look for tasty morsels of poop and found an open chicken coop with live chickens! On the positive side we only lost one Barred Rock – it was gross and she was eaten. The real trauma came when we couldn’t find our silkie, Brik. He had simply vanished. We couldn’t even find a feather! We looked and looked and called and called and no little silkie rooster. I was about to give up when he sauntered into the barn as calm as could be. We have no idea where he was hiding out, but it was a good and safe spot. Big Foot is a traumatized mess – I should get a picture – with a bare spot on his back and only one long tail feather left. I don’t know how Lexi didn’t kill him, but he must have put up a pretty good fight. Maybe he won’t flog us anymore. The hens may not lay for a few days, but most of the harem is still here. From the original 15 chicks, 2 were roosters, Lady Grace (the surprise bantam hem) died when the weather turned cold, and we’ve lost one hen to dog terror. 11 hens and 2 roosters. I should look for a couple of Easter eggers to fill in the gaps.
And That’s What’s Happening on the Hobby Farm.