Forgetful, Snow and Goodbye | Thursday, February 18, 2010
It's embarrassing, but I keep forgetting to post at night. I usually remember when I'm falling asleep and too tired to get back up.
In any case, the first blizzard was wondrous and exciting. The last one, not so much. It has certainly rocked my world and big changes will occur here because of it.We'll be re-homing the chickens, rabbits and quail. I can no longer care for them properly with this kind of weather and the predators. I'm five feet tall and trying to walk through four feet of snow is brutal. I just can't physically do it anymore. So it'll be goodbye to the animals except for my new canary--gratis Bailey Hale--and my tree frog. The canary sings all day and is such a joy. His name is Valentino and I love him, but after these decades of raising chickens and rabbits, it's breaking my heart to see them go. I'll miss them so much.
On a happier note, we really had a lot of fun being snowed in during the first snow storm with Celeste, Jay Jr., Danny and Torri. Then Bailey and the Murrays came on Sunday to pick up the Ninja turtles and some chickens and stayed for dinner. It was Super Bowl Sunday. I didn't watch even a second of it, but we had a great time. We killed a magnum of Gloria Ferrar sparkling wine from Carneros, CA and Bailey made blood orange gimlets and of course we had some Dark and Stormys. The Murray kids were adorable as usual.
The second storm was no fun and everything started collapsing outside. The pictures are pretty descriptive. The snow looks so beautiful and peaceful, but is sinister in the danger it presents to the animals. I am so ready for spring.
I have two paintings in the works; one is of the emu egg and pomelo that Danny bought for me and the other is of one of the roses out of the dozen that Jay Sr. gave to me for Valentines Day.
Which is another story for tomorrow.
It's embarrassing, but I keep forgetting to post at night. I usually remember when I'm falling asleep and too tired to get back up.
In any case, the first blizzard was wondrous and exciting. The last one, not so much. It has certainly rocked my world and big changes will occur here because of it. We'll be re-homing the chickens, rabbits and quail. I can no longer care for them properly with this kind of weather and the predators. I'm five feet tall and trying to walk through four feet of snow is brutal. I just can't physically do it anymore. So it'll be goodbye to the animals except for my new canary--gratis Bailey Hale--and my tree frog. The canary sings all day and is such a joy. His name is Valentino and I love him, but after these decades of raising chickens and rabbits, it's breaking my heart to see them go. I'll miss them so much.
On a happier note, we really had a lot of fun being snowed in during the first snow storm with Celeste, Jay Jr., Danny and Torri. Then Bailey and the Murrays came on Sunday to pick up the Ninja turtles and some chickens and stayed for dinner. It was Super Bowl Sunday. I didn't watch even a second of it, but we had a great time. We killed a magnum of Gloria Ferrar sparkling wine from Carneros, CA and Bailey made blood orange gimlets and of course we had some Dark and Stormys. The Murray kids were adorable as usual.
The second storm was no fun and everything started collapsing outside. The pictures are pretty descriptive. The snow looks so beautiful and peaceful, but is sinister in the danger it presents to the animals. I am so ready for spring.
I have two paintings in the works; one is of the emu egg and pomelo that Danny bought for me and the other is of one of the roses out of the dozen that Jay Sr. gave to me for Valentines Day.
Which is another story for tomorrow.
