Bad Language

Hugh Laurie in drag. Also, swearing. Enjoy.

Hemp for Victory

I present without comment, this WWII propaganda film.

Please Do Not Feed the Wild Life

Henny Penny, Roostifer, and Omelet



Big Red and Fried Chicken

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It's a cool and rainy day here in Lovely LA. Not a hard rain, which is good because the Ohio River is already high, but a slow and steady patter. A good day for reading and sleeping and playing Scrabble online.

I saw my doctor Friday. I love her, and since she has been my "primary care giver" for fourteen years, she knows me. She gave me a scrip for Wellbutrin, generic, along with some good advice. She also directed me to make something, to get creative. Make something for you? I asked and she said, Yes. Make me something. When I went to pay at the desk, I was told that there was no charge for the office visit. Already weepy, I became even moreso. She knew I had no insurance.

So, I have been working on the entrelac socks for her, and they are moving along without a hitch, finally. I may also knit her a stethoscope, because I think she would really appreciate the humor of it.

The chickens, all of them, are doing just fine. Little Omelet has grown so much and I need to take a picture of him/her. The second-tier rooster has begun courting Henny Penny again, so he is happy, and I think she is, too. As happy as chickens can be, I mean. The Girls have also grown; I think they are about 12 weeks old and their plumage has taken on adult shape and markings.

Oh, and if you have current textbooks or other books in good shape, check out this website. There are a plethora of books in my living room, and the piles grow larger every time Sweetie comes home.

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Sometimes? It's a good thing to make another person cry.

Good Neighbor Nancy is, as her soubriquet explains, a Good Neighbor and a Good Friend. She babysits my dogs, she watches out for and feeds my chickens and bunnies as needed. She move turtles across the road. She is a kind woman, a good mom and aunt and grandmother, and a better sister than her sister deserves.

She is on disability because of a back injury, and is in almost constant pain. I cannot remember how many operations she has had just since I've known her.

She does a lot for others, but few do for her.

So, yesterday, Sweetie and I gave her a Tracfone so she can be safer while driving, and at home.

I gave her the green Cat Bhordi socks first, with a fancy keychain stuffed into one, and a Tracfone minutes card in the other. Then, we gave her the phone. Her very first cell phone.

And she cried.

Just Breathe

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Just a short post to say thank you to all of my friends, who have expressed concern for me.

Love you all.

I'll get through this.