Tag: cancer

The chickens got wet…

…while waiting for the cement floor of their coop to get finished. Now, if you haven’t seen a wet chicken, I hope you never do! The poor things look like pathetic shrunken versions of themselves. We had to rustle two of them out of hiding places when the coop was finally ready for bed. Actually,…

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My hair is drying…

…which means that this is the perfect time to be up way past my work-a-day bed time.  As there are only so many Youtube videos I can watch about gardening in one night, saying hello seems to be a good thing to do while waiting for my curls to get all sorts of sassy.  You…

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That sort of amazing light…

…the kind you can almost feel, blanketed the hill tonight as I walked up to tuck in the chickens.  Now, of course I don’t really tuck the chickens in, but bolting the coop doesn’t sound quite so lovely.  The donkeys always let me know how they feel when I visit the chickens first.  They are…

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My mother ordered a kiln…

…for Christmas.  Which, when you consider that we need to refinance the farm to get the ex off the loan, and I am working part-time, and we have used all of my savings, might not seem like the best thing to do.  However, when dealing with a mother who is closer to dying than living…

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I have been remiss…

…reduced, reused, recycled, refined, redacted.  What on earth does redacted mean anyway?  I am fairly sure that is not a word I have ever used before.  It exists though.  I know it does.  Now, to be certain, I could just pop up to one of the seven other browser windows I currently have open and…

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My cucumbers wilted today.

Today I started back to work after a year of hanging with mom as she battles stage four cancer like David taking on Goliath.  Only in this case, Goliath has brought seven of his giant friends, a few Howitzers, and some other assorted weapons to the battle.  She’s gotten two and a half more years…

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