Friday really is different for some folks nowadays. It used to be that everyone looked forward to Friday--the beginning of a weekend. Shucks. For me, it means a phone call to the kids probably should not happen before 9 a.m. Certainly not a phone call to the grands. They sleep in, ya see. No chickens in their future. But the worst part of Fridays for me is the fact that it is just like any other day. Can't even enjoy looking forward to a Friday. When we went to services on Saturdays, it meant that all day Sunday could be used for catching up with things around here or whatever appealed to us. A football game for Lewis, a good book for me, visiting with friends or playing football in the side lot for the kids, and trying to keep up with everyone's happiness for any dogs we had at the time. Oh, and laziness supreme for OliverTwisted, the cat. Yep, Friday used to mean something different some years ago. Noticed that this stupid virus has changed the meaning of days for many folks. Well, some of them are back in school as either students, teachers, or bus drivers now. And they seem to be happy about that. Just a change from total responsibility for one's own work has made a difference for lots of kids. Now they actually see a teacher in a room and can grin at friends at the same time. Ah, how normal our lives used to be.
Retirement made Fridays redundant. Oh, life still functions WITH Fridays, but it also goes right along without Fridays just as well. At least we are all still alive and kicking, griping, grousing, or whatever form of adder pated silliness we choose. Some of my online friends make it a challenge to see how many pictures they can take while out in nature--even if they have to drive to get to what they consider nature. Guess that has never been much of a problem around here. With the lake just down the hill from the house, the geese come over and honk, the ducks quack repeatedly, the cranes sound as if they need grease in their wing joints, and the black birds come flocking in the afternoon. Now that the Black Marrans are getting a little bigger, it takes two looks out the window to determine if they are chickens or extra large crows! About the same body shape, too! The only retirement nature has around here is the type that comes from migration. The pelicans sometimes stop over and cover the shore on the other side of the lake white with their poop and feathers. It is a strange sight. But the one bird that would be nice to see leave is the doves. Dadgum those critters. They get in the hen house, and Thompson thinks it is his job to remove them. See, he does not care what day of the week it is. The birds are not supposed to be in there. He will never retire.
Did ya know that hens are cannibals? One of the hens caught a sparrow in the feeder today. Yep, and she killed it and had to run from the other hens who wanted it. Chickens can eat just about anything that moves--including small snakes or mice. Now if they could only get the rat that has taken up habitation in the workshop. May have to put a sticky trap UNDER the lawnmower. That might keep the hens out of it and not give the rat much room to run. We will see.
It is supposed to be daughter day or something according to FB. Every day is daughter day in my estimation. Love my girl. She has always been sweet, but love that she is also a great mom and a very good wife. Those are two of the hardest jobs in the world, in case you were wondering. Thank you, Jennifer Ostand, for being such a good daughter.
Got two rooms dust mopped before giving it up. They can track in faster than the mop can pick it up. The heavy dew and fog this morning had everything soppy wet. My shoes, the dogs' feet, and anything else that could hang a bunch of mowed grass was a vehicle for the stuff. Still, got some dirt and dust bunnies shifted around.
Connie suggested a movie on Netflix that may--or may not--be worth watching. It is called The Social Dilemma. She said it made her wonder if anyone ever tells the truth or if words are being twisted just like ideas have been warped. Have not watched the movie yet, but thought about how this young woman was considered an innocent bystander when she was shot and killed. One does not have much claim to innocence when your bed partner keeps his gun under his pillow. Sleep with a drug dealer and pay the consequences. See, that is only one viewpoint. And yet, lies about the different situations have stirred up all kinds of hatred. Truth is not a commodity. But it is treated like a weapon today. Just sad.
Tomorrow is another day. If we wake up, we can say thanks and appreciate the day and more chances to show love to others--even if it is just to dogs, hens, and the occasional drop-in visitor. May you all have peace and calm in your lives. You are loved.
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