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Sunday, February 26, 2012

mad as a march hare

I think March is going to be awesome. And April too. I just intuit it!

And today was one of the most beautiful days I've seen in a long time. Snow flurries alternating with blue skies all day, and lovely cumulus pink sunset. I walked the dogs up around Beaver/Squire, and felt shivers of pleasure watching thin, dry little flakes that looked more like springtime tree seed float down through beams to the placid water.

Yesterday I bought a chicken coop and run... a tractor version that looks like a large, Herald-sized doghouse that someone put on top of a wheelbarrow, then added seven feet to the wheelbarrow handles, around which was built a box with chicken wire covering it. The whole thing is very mobile, big enough for six or so chickens, and probably saved me at least $300 in the supplies it would have taken to build the coop I had previously decided to build. Plus it's friggin' adorable. I'll have to take a pic soon and put it up.

Tomorrow after work I head to Seattle and then Natalie and I fly to Chicago. As far as I can remember, it's the first flight & trip I've taken with someone else since I dated RC back in 2002 or so. Crazy. I'm really looking forward to the trip...

...And I got tickets for me and my mother to visit the Grands in Austin in a few weeks (right before I get my chicks!). My Gramps has been a bit sick lately, and my Grans has had some scary moments dealing with it. I look forward to being with them, in the sun, and giving them big hugs. And I also get to visit JS and FS, who also live there!

And then I get my chicks. And start my garden again. All my seeds are practically ripping their way out of the seed packets. And somewhere in there, I feel the writing bug coming back to me. Like a slow thought. Like a meditation. Like a pony kicked in the ribs with some wicked spiky spurs. Well, less like the last although it would be sweet to be so inspired...
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