Badger noticed, and I’ve been noticing for a while now, that Cowboy will either speed up to get ahead of semis and switch lanes, or fall far behind them.
I suspect at some point he’s nearly gone under one or drifted too far into their lane.
Sometimes he drifts onto the rumble strips, riding over them until the car shakes.
He drives too fast, pushing the limit, and when he slows down, he rides right on other cars’ bumpers.
I dread riding with him.
There just isn’t any other choice.
Badger had two appointments at the same office today.
She had to drink a bunch of water and wait an extra twenty minutes.
That was unexpected and not part of the original plan.
The doctor was running behind; the office was especially busy today.
By the time the doctor was ready, the results from the first appointment were ready too.
Badger and I turned out to share something that might be hereditary, and in her case, that seems to be true.
It’s really common, and not a big deal.
It’s not one of the conditions we were worried about, thankfully.
The doctor sent her home with a plan that should make things easier going forward.
It was 1:40 pm when we pulled into the drive.
Luckily we grabbed dinner at Taco Bell, because Cowboy had to take care of the chickens before he could eat, and then he had to be at work by 2:30.
We were really cutting it close.
He bought 19 chicks at Rural King, and only four survived.
Sometimes, that’s just how it goes.
Chicks are just too darn fragile.
We had better success raising them indoors.
We used Gealach/Raven’s room as our hatching room.
Of course, we don’t have a hatching room now, so he has them in the chick pen outside under a heat lamp.
Chicks are very delicate, especially after being shipped to the store and then brought home.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep the balance just right between too hot and too cold, and if you have too many in one space, it can make things even harder for them.
Cowboy is going back to Rural King tomorrow, and will give it one more try.
Badger wasn't feeling well.
She had a headache, but so far it hasn't moved over into migraine territory.
We've watched TV most of the evening.
We did take a small walk around the block.
It was windy!
September is blowing in October.
I love October.
It's probably my favorite month.
But I hate the cold creeping in, and I hate the dark coming early.
It turns everything gray and dreary, and I dread that part of it.
I need to be heading to bed soon. I can't keep my eyes open.
I laid down earlier to take a nap, and Badger hollered, “Do you want to see Sam Elliott without a mustache?”
Well, who can resist Sam Elliott, and especially a Sam Elliott without his mustache.
And since I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I’m done.
That would be unnerving to drive in heavy traffic with someone who can be an erratic driver. Has Cowboy had chickens all along or is this a relatively knew venture?
ReplyDeleteWe are no longer the Minnesota I knew for most of my life. We are in the 80s and will hit 90 at least once this week. It doesn't feel like autumn at all. I do not like and I can do nothing about it.
Sam Elliot doesn't look right without the mustache.
Sandra: It is very unnerving. He just can’t see well anymore and won’t admit it.
ReplyDeleteMy husband started raising chickens about twelve years ago when he could no longer fox hunt. I’m not even sure how it began—I think I just woke up one day and the hounds had been replaced with chickens. He’s been at it ever since, always chasing after the perfect dark brown egg layer, which he still hasn’t found. I should add—I know absolutely nothing about chickens. They are completely his, and I leave all of it in his hands.
I can see how hard it must be, watching Minnesota’s crisp autumns disappear into heat. That kind of change would feel unsettling after a lifetime of knowing the seasons one way.
Here in East Tennessee, it’s much the same—winters are shorter and milder, summer or summer like temperatures can linger on well into November. It doesn’t feel like the seasons we used to know.
Sam Elliott without the mustache just doesn’t look right at all.