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Monday, September 10, 2012

Monday Musings.


I am musing a lot about loss, recently.  And change.  The two don't necessarily go hand-in-hand, but they often are as tighly bound as white-on-rice.  As I get older, change becomes more difficult to weave into my life.  I chafe at it.  I ignore it.  I get cranky.  Eventually, I lie on my back with my feet in the air and give up.  I do think I am spending too much time in four-legged company.

Recently, my friend, Kay, told me about some old-fashioned method that her grandmother used to keep cats from bolting out the door, across the yard and to their inevitable (mostly) doom.  She buttered their paws.  Apparently cats hate having anything on the bottom of their paws, so they run a few steps, stop, then sit down and clean their paws.  By the time they are finished (all you cat-owners know how meticulous this cleaning is - takes forever), they've forgotten why they were in a mad dash and either poke around where they are, or go back in.  Pure, unadulterated common sense.  I just love these wonderful, old-fashioned solutions to problems.  I was wondering why it's so hard to come up with ideas like this now.  I think it's because we are all in such a hurry to get to work/get chores done/hurrysowedon'tmissDWTS that we don't take the time to look around and see what's out there.  I mean, I have three cats.  Do I take the time to watch them closely to see what makes them tick?  No.  Would I have known my cats well enough to know that they HATE anything on their paws?  No.  Interesting.  Does anyone else have some wisdom from their grandmother/father to share?

I am very surprised at how much I am fascinated by the guineas.  Especially since they drive me to distraction on a daily basis.  Case in point:  Saturday afternoon there was a supercell of storms heading our way.  It was quite spectacular on a radar screen.  They were predicting very high winds (60 mph), heavy rain, thunder, lightning, the whole 9 yards.  Since my guineas still will not go into the coop at night, I figured I would wait until they were doing their usual contrary thing - going in during the day - and close them in so they wouldn't get their feathers blown off.  As usual, they were all in except Lonesome George/ette.  Anyone who has owned guineas knows that getting hold of one is tantamount to catching a piglet.  You are killing them.  It is the end of the world.  Torture and hell is at hand.  So I got a towel and managed to drop it on LG and, as I maneuvered him/her into the coop, it caused the same hysteria in the other five and two shot out the door and out of the run, into the main yard.  At that point, it was starting to blow, the rain had started, and I had had it.  I figured they at least had each other, so headed for the house.  Of course, this cavalier approach never lasts, and I ended up making about six attempts to at least get them back in their run.  We were lucky and only got a good downpour and not the tornadoes to the south.  The duo were zipping around the yard trying to avoid the chickens and, when it finally got dark enough for the chickens to go in their coop, I managed to prop open the door to the guinea yard and they went in on their own.  Guinea fowl owning is good for your cardiovascular health, but is aitchdoublehockeysticks on your mental faculties.

A recent word verification (I am not a robot!) was 16 agefit.  My first reaction, was, "Oh, 16!  I wish!"  But do I?  I think not.

9 comments:

  1. I hate word-verification--my eyes do not make sense of that gobbeldy-gook. It often takes me 2-3 times to get it right. After that many mis-attempts, I say to aitchEdoubletoothpicks and move on.

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    1. Sue - That goes for me, too. I am seriously thinking about going to owner-approval just to get rid of it. I just worry about the spam - and my faulty memory...

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  2. Maybe we should try buttering the Guinea feet! You first :)

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    1. Jane - Boy, did I need that laugh this morning! I actually, for a nanosecond, thought about doing it. No -- YOU first. Your Guineas as so much better behaved than mine :)

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  3. You paint such wonderful pictures with your words.

    I think you and Jane are both crazy for keeping guineas, but then you both do get very entertaining blog posts from them so what do I know!?

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    1. Mama Pea - You know what they say, Crazy keeps Crazy company - or something like that. It's amazing what we will put ourselves through just for grist for the blog mill, isn't it? :)

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  4. I can't imagine either one of my cats sitting still to LET me butter their paws!! LOL!!
    I get a wee bit cranky when something upsets my routine anymore too, I agree, it's the age thingy...

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  5. I think my grandma chased cats with a shotgun LOL... between yours and Jane's guinea stories I am scared, I used to thing I wanted them someday!

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