Forward
Moved out of the recliner, back into bed. Stopped taking Lorazepam. Got the beard and eyebrows trimmed. Signed up for voice lessons. Bought a few new clothes. Had my teeth cleaned. Walk between 2-5 miles a day. Got a bothersome cyst removed. Discovered basal cell carcinoma on my arm. Ever grateful but reminded once again that I have the most amazing, supportive, kind, funny, loving and non-judgmental co-workers in the entire world. Continued Film Noir Mondays with the nephew, moving on the Bogart. Getting more comfortable giving insulin shots to our oldest pup. Catching up on a bunch of (mainly) NPR podcasts on the walks and bus rides. Ended a friendship after a cruel and abusive interaction. Dusted myself off. Several times. Keep walking. Just keep walking.
Talking it out. Not attempting to figure it out, just talking and spending time together and apart.
My current obsession/love is what I now know is our Rooster. Thought we had nine girls but about two weeks ago my suspicions grew. Each day I could deny it a little less. Finally, probably the end of last week, it was clear. Changed "Odetta" to "Rev. Green" (after singer Al) and started calling him "The Reverend". I'm now totally in love with him - just about the coolest critter I've ever experienced. Of course, like a lot of my loves, he is illegal. Can't have Roosters. He hasn't started to crow yet. That is when someone can complain, and they - they being THE MAN I guess - can come and take him away. I can't let that happen. Can't. I love this guy. After years of having Hens (and loving them), having a Rooster is like discovering ice cream after only knowing cookies. Different ballgame. I spend a lot of time talking to him. He approaches me every time I am out there. We have long conversations. I scheme on ways to hide him, to protect him. Some of the ways involve Film Noir type "disappearances" of those who complain. We have a farm - friends own it - that can take him if need be. The wife of the couple collects abandoned and lost goats, turkeys, lambs, chickens, etc. I'd hate to take him away from his Harem, especially Etta (whom he was identical to until a few weeks ago) who seems to be his beloved. I'd hate our conversations.
The photo above is from a few weeks back when we thought we had nine Ladies. It was a simpler time. :-)