sunday

Jul 31, 2022 07:01

Up at 4 am again.



Tried to get the soft blue-gray of early morning light outside my window.

I've gotten into a rut lately of thinking about my body and how disappointing it is to me right now. Getting old, or getting fat, or getting soft, getting lumpy and droopy, weak. All the bad stuff. What to do with these thoughts? Reject them I guess. Live in the solution, instead of the problem. Get serious about losing some weight, do some exercise, get out and do something with what I have, eat better. Stop looking in the mirror.

I made zucchini bread last night. An improved recipe. More like "normal" zucchini bread. It was really good. But then of course (being me) I overate it. It's gone now thank goodness. I offered it to Sebastian and he ate a good bit of it and so did Dave. I'm kind of scared to make it again. I can't keep away from stuff like that. Maybe I will make soup with the 2 zucchinis that are left rather than bread...

Red is dead. The chicken named Red died yesterday. I knew there was something wrong with her but I didn't know what. She had had a messy butt for a while. Then that cleared up. I thought maybe she was better. She was pretty active though she did like to keep to herself. She seemed fine yesterday morning when I let them out of the coop. Then later in the morning Dave was walking past the chicken yard and saw her on her back, dead. The other chickens were all gathered around her. She must have been dead for a while because when I went to pick her up she was cold. We buried her in the afternoon. Now we have 5 chickens: 3 younger ones who still lay eggs and 2 older ones who don't lay anymore.

Now that Dave's truck in the garage and we only have one vehicle my car is acting up. Dave thinks it is a wheel bearing. I'm hoping to get it into the Toyota garage this week and get a quick fix, quicker than the other garage is doing with Dave's truck. It'll be more expensive at the Toyota garage but if they can do it while I wait it'll be worth it.

chickens, depressed, getting old, weight, brownie car, death, my room

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