Mid-week musings

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Little Camilla in the run from a couple days ago.

We went away for a brief sojourn, returning home on what's turned into a warm summer's day. Is it late summer already? It's the twentieth of August, and it feels like summer only began. The chickens are eight weeks old yesterday. They seemed happy to see me this morning, also thrilled to be let into their run, lol.

After a day spent shopping for groceries and getting resettled at home, I'm sitting down this evening with the usual thrills; handsewing, baseball, then a visit to the coop to collect the feeder and see if the chickens feel like leaping onto my right forearm. Sometimes life is that simple, sometimes.

Sometimes driving to the San Francisco Bay Area so my husband can have successful skin cancer treatment intrudes. That's what happened yesterday. But twenty-some hours later we're home and he's feeling okay, and the chickens have little or no memory of being in their coop for a day. A neighbor checked on them for us, and all were fine.

From left: Nadia, Camilla, and an unnamed chicken with Welsummer behind them. They love pecking spiderwebs off the door.

Just like my spouse; well, he's a little tired still, taking it easy in his recliner. We're very fortunate that great medical facilities are only a few hours south. And that we left said facility without needing to return thanks to dissolvable stitches, hah! Our daughter spent time with me in the waiting room, what a blessing! I'm still wrapping my head around our whirlwind trip, all it means and how life continues its funny manner of moving onto the next chapter.

Anyways, that's us. Tonight I'm going to sew, see if chickens are feeling feisty, make some tea, and listen to the SF Giants and the SD Padres. And give thanks for healing, safe homecomings, and happiness.

Because sometimes life is pretty damn FINE! 

 


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