So, I suspect that the way to build a blog like thingy is to actually generate and post material in a regular sort of fashion.
I have obviously not done that in the past few days. I have considered sitting down and typing words. I have thought about things I could type about. Actually, I almost made a note of an idea so I would remember it. Really I did. Really.
I think I have to face the fact that I am still not at all sold on this whole gratitude thing. Of course, if I actually committed to it in a meaningful way, it might have more of a chance of working, but that would mean I would actually have to play the gratitude game.
(Not to be confused with the whole “glad game” from Pollyanna, but really…glad and gratitude come down to the same thing. Oh! Speaking of. I taped a version of Pollyanna on PBS from the early 2000s. Obviously not Disney, but still very worth watching. Truer to the books as well in many ways.)
While the rest of the country seems to be shrouded in menacing clouds of cold, I must say that I am so grateful that it is somewhat warmer here than it has been of late. Even with insulated gloves on, my fingers freeze when I feed the animals in the morning. And, if I forget to dump the chicken water at night, their pans are filled with crusty ice the next day. This makes it hard to add more water so the chickens have something to drink.
Speaking of chickens, the baby peepers decided to join the big fluffy butts in the main chicken coop tonight. If their brains are not pecked out in the morning, I will be most grateful for that. Jesse, the chicken who jumps for grapes and follows a person about like a dog, has not been too sure of the baby peepers. She has even chased them away from me once or twice. There must have been some shift in farmyard politics that I missed today, at least I hope the others didn’t just lure the baby peepers into the big coop so they could off them quietly in the night.
I applied for three jobs today. I am pretty sure I don’t actually want any of them, but I would like to pay the mortgage when the savings run out, so there’s that. Ok, I might actually want one of the jobs. The other two I could do in my sleep, but they would just be money earners, not anything worthwhile.
The donkeys enjoy being brushed. However, when the go out the day after a good grooming and roll in the muddy fields again, I rather regret the stuffy nose that has followed said brushing. Donkeys are funny things. We have three we got from someone who wanted to get rid of them. They are highly entertaining. I have pictures. I should post some.
I would love to say that I am so filled with gratitude at this moment that there is no way I can possibly be a grumpy Gus tomorrow. But, I pretty much feel the same now, at 1:00 AM, as I did when I began typing this. This may be due to the late hour, or more to the fact that I am not at all inspired by this rambling post. Some guide this is! That must be a signal to guide myself into bed so I can get up and check on the baby peepers in four hours. Yup. A signal indeed. Night, all.
I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.