Today’s post comes to us from our Ben!
The ducks have separated. We have 9 white ducks and four brown ducks that all hang out together. But last week, two browns and one white were off by themselves. It happens as the weather warms. A young ducks fancy turns too….?
And now that one white duck is totally by itself. At first, I thought maybe it had hurt its foot that it was sitting there all alone. But the next day it was toddling along just fine. Except alone. Occasionally I will get a couple mallards that we raised come back for a visit and maybe a pair or two will stay in the area, just not with all the other ducks. Sometimes we see them flying over and land in the swamp just over there. So home, but still independent like all good kids.
Also, the door on the chicken coop has been getting easier to open. It’s just a plain home-made wood door. In winter, presumably as the ground heaves with the frost, it gets harder to open as it drags on the ground. But the last week it’s started to open easier. Meaning the ground is settling again. And sometimes, the sliding doors on the North end of the shed will also get hard to open, again, because of the ground heaving. It helped that I shortened them a few inches. But when they open again, I know spring is coming.
I mentioned the other day I was ready to order baby chicks but the tank was buried in a snowdrift. Got that out. I’m thinking another sign of spring may be when the chick raising tank emerges from the snow.
What signs of spring have you seen?
For a couple of years now, I have used some relaxing piano/bird song background music during the day as a way to relax and keep my balance at work. It’s the same musical theme (YouTube) and it repeats and repeats. There are days when I have it playing on my headset for most of the day.
No need to go into this in detail, but suffice it to say that the last two weeks have been the most stressful I have ever endured in the travel industry. I realized on Friday that even my pretty piano & bird compilation wasn’t quite doing it. So I went searching and found this:
I don’t look at the actual video – not much to see – but I’ve been listening to the rain almost constantly (when I’m not on calls or being accosted in my cube about something). It is actually very calming – not sure why the sound of softly falling rain relaxes me, but it does. In fact, this morning I accidentally closed down the browser that is playing the rain and I immediately tensed up and hurried to get it back.
Apparently there is an app that goes along with this soothing sound, but it doesn’t look like anything I would really like or use, so I guess I’ll just stick with the YouTube rain for now.
What helps you relax? Or are you already relaxed enough?
I know we’ve had “kindness of strangers” stories before, but here is another.
Took Guinevere to her doggie class Monday night. The school is built on a hill and there are two parking areas, one up top that we’ve been warned is occasionally ticketed and the one that goes down the hill in the back. I have always parked down the hill.
It was only about an inch of snow and I wasn’t very worried until I got down to the bottom of the hill and turned around to get into my favorite parking spot and slid a bit. So I thought maybe I should park up top, just in case. Now, you should know , I don’t have great tires, but I don’t have a great need for them, living on a well-plowed county road and surrounded by other well-plowed thoroughfares (50th, Crosstown, 35W, 100). But this was one of those times when I needed better tires; I could not get back up the hill.
There is a spot off the parking lot, behind a bank of garages and I thought “I’ll zip in there and when I come out I can get a little speed to get me up the hill”. If I had really looked at the area I was about to enter, I would not have done this. It clearly hadn’t been plowed since the LAST snow – once I was back there, I could not get out. And to add insult to injury, for some reason I did not have any gloves in my pocket.
In between the two halves of the class I tried shoveling out and did get the car moved closer to the parking lot, but then got stuck again. When I went back inside and started to call AAA, Terry (one of the instructors) said “Let’s go take a look.” He and John (who I had never met) came out, attached a big strap to the back of my car and basically pulled me out of the snow and all the way to the top of the driveway backwards. I was able to park up top and finish doggie class!
I have a thank you card design in mind and I think I will deliver them with zucchini bread next Monday night.
What the last kindness you’ve received (or given)?
Outside the airport, it smells like ribs.
It’s 55 and rainy here today.
The hotel is downtown but overlooks a lake named after a First Lady.
They have chips and pimiento cheese on the room service menu!
Where am I?
I had a strangely quiet afternoon on Tuesday, and when my only late afternoon appointment cancelled, I went home. I felt tired, slightly unwell, and really crabby.
I was crabby for several reasons. It is bitterly cold out most of this week. Our local paper just announced it is going to be published only weekly starting in March. Since January 4th, our mail has been delivered a total of four times. The last time it was delivered there were five pieces of mail belonging to a couple who live on the next block. I delivered it to them myself. We are told that the carrier for our route quit, and our mail will only be delivered if other carriers have time. They are in the process of hiring, and suggest we have our mail held at the post office for us to pick up ourselves until we have a regular carrier. Who has time to do that? Grrr! I wrote my congressman about this even though I don’t care for him and he makes me crabby, too.
I also was crabby due to the frustrating work of getting all the necessary documentation for an appointment later in the week to get my REAL ID. That is the identification card/drivers license that one needs to have after 10/2020 to use as an ID for air travel. My driver’s license expires February 1, so it was time to get the new ID. There are very specific requirements for the documents so that there is primary source verification of identity and address. Do you think I could find my Social Security card? Of course not. I am thankful that my most recent W-2 form came in one of the two mail deliveries this week so I can use that to provide proof of my Social Security number.
I am a government employee and I am pretty used to the slow workings of the bureaucracy. That said, I really hope that the bureaucracy is in good fighting trim and all my documents are the right ones and sufficiently current to make my appointment at the DOT go smoothly this week.
What makes you crabby? Are you getting the REAL ID? Got any good bureaucracy tales?
When I was getting dressed yesterday, I pulled open my sock drawer (although it’s a huge bin actually) and found a new pair of socks laying on top of the others.
Now I know for a fact that these socks belonged to YA: when she was laid up with her broken foot, I did all her laundry, including sock sorting. I really liked them and I may even have said that if she ever gets tired of them, I would take them.
I have way too many socks. Socks are like cookie cutters and flip flops in my view… as long as you don’t have a anything exactly the same, why not add to your collection. I have enough socks that I have them sorted out, with the holiday red/green socks in a separate section. This is why my sock drawer is the same size as my t-shirt drawer.
This overabundance of socks is something I recognize, in fact I told YA NOT to get me socks for Solstice this year. I really just don’t need more.
So why am I happily wearing the adopted socks today? They are comfy and warm and I love the pattern. Do I need any other reason?
What do you have too many of?