COVID Hygiene

COVID hygiene……. poor.

COVID hygiene with shower chickens …… terrible.

Our little rooster got in a fight with what I can only figure from his injuries was the loony toons boxing kangaroo. He’s convalescing in our shower with his lady friend until he stops seeing stars. In the meantime be you should all be grateful for social distancing!

A Trail of Water

I drink my water out of quart mason jars and litter them in my wake.

I fill them and lose them only to find them on counters and desks, on stools and the floor near the couch or the window by the bed.

This trail of water means that I occasionally have to deal with a kicked over quart of water (a thing that is only helpful if you were hoping to mop the floor anyway, which I never am). But this also means I never have to go searching for a watering can (a thing that my plants would appreciate, but I never think to do).

So in the end my water jars keep me hydrated, spot clean the floor and water the plants. Not bad for a forgetful habit enacted by a messy woman.

A Cup of Mud

I used to start my day with a cup of tea. Or four.

I liked it black and steeped until the astringent liquid would hit my tongue and jolt me into wakefulness.

I liked it hot in my hands before it was cool enough to drink.

I slopped it over the sides of my tea cup on the way down the driveway in the morning and figured the wet pants were a small price to pay.

I had extra cups on cold winter days and slow days and sad days and grumpy days. I had extra cups in celebration of warm mornings and happy occasions and book reading afternoons.

I always used to start my day with a cup of tea, or six.

But now… having become fairly intolerant of excessive amounts of caffeine, I start my day with a cup of Mud.

One cup.

Of mud.

MUD/WTR, as it is officially known, is lovely in a chocolaty dirt sort of way. I drink it with a bit of honey and milk. It’s warm and soothing and the bottom of the cup always contains an extra layer of gritty bitter sediment that if I close my eyes and squint as I knock the last bit back, I can almost pretend is akin to the tang of tea.

My morning mud is filled with mushrooms and turmeric and other things that are supposed to be great for me and most importantly just a smidgen of caffeine.

Nowadays tea gives me the attention span of a rabid squirrel with ADD if consumed in any amount that seems proper. Mud is like getting a warm hug in the morning and I’ve grown to love that hug (I’m big on hugs lately).

I used to start my day with a cup of tea or eight.

Now I have one cup of mud.

Frosty Calm

This frosty leaf was on the orchard floor this morning. Gently touched by the rising sun it was a vision of stillness, fragility and ephemeral beauty.

And it has absolutely nothing in common with the wild chaos of my family’s life that exists around it.

In fact I’m pretty sure a dog ran it over at top speed as soon as I was done snapping these pictures.

While our life seems to be a whirlwind hovering just this side of insanity, it’s good to know I can always find an oasis of calm through the lens of a camera.

Movie Night

We have never been big movie watchers. There always seems to be somewhere to go, or something to do, or someone to see… or at least there was.

Lately we’ve instituted a once a week movie night. And while it is nice to watch a movie more than once every six months the actual reason we started it was for the snuggle time. The girls have all been in need of more hugs and more cuddles, (Who hasn’t?) and everyone, even the teenager, wants “just two minutes of snuggling” at bedtime.

So now once a week we all pile on the couch, the dogs and cats are optional and frequent add-ons, and re-charge our snuggle-meters. And if we enjoy a movie in the process, so much the better.

Where is your snuggle-meter at these days and do you have a family movie recommendation?

Useful No Longer

Today I had an excellent check up with my neuro-optometrist. These prism glasses I have been wearing a few hours everyday have done the trick! I know where I am in space again!

The glasses have been relegated to use only when I feel “really off.” Which I immediately translated to mean “don’t wear them until you start walking into walls.”

They have been a useful tool that is soon to be useful no longer! Now that is something to be grateful for.

Back At It

After weeks of recovering from a silly knee injury I’m back out walking the dogs and taking pictures of things that catch my fancy again!

The dogs and I are all smiling about that! Now it might be time to look for some birds…

Blue Skies and Bath Time

Despite the popular misconception that geese, and ganders in particular, are jerks, I am here to report that of my veritable menagerie of animals this guy is the only one that wasn’t causing problems today.

Of course if you have a bath to yourself under beautiful blue skies on an unseasonably warm day, what do you have to be grumpy about?