It's interesting what little bits of flotsam float around in my noggin. Sometimes it's like a gentle flow, going around little flat rocks of conscious thoughts. Other times, it's a churning sea of space junk. Whoa. I'm not sure where that came from.
This morning, I was up early in the frosty August morning (anyone notice the discordant adjective there?), re-covered Lovey in her fleece blanket and tried to talk myself into finishing my iced coffee. Brrr. It was 46 degrees, for crimineysake. I was bound and determined to get all my morning chores done and be out the door early, since I have to leave the office early on Friday - trying to make up some time so that it all doesn't get deducted from my PTO. I was in fine form until.... I went to feed the barn cats and discovered the dairy farmer trying to round up a recalcitrant cow, who was leading him on a merry chase. Unfortunately, his morning helper is less than helpful, having only one speed, which is reverse.
I drove past the farmhouse and positioned my car across the road, hopefully blocking one escape route. I then got out and got a rake and covered another hole. This cow is a particular problem and the only reason she is not hamburger is that she is a good milker. It's good to live in an area where a cow on the road does not throw people into a panic - nor do they sit in the road and blow their car horn because you are holding them up from IMPORTANT BUSINESS. Two fellows in a dump truck stopped and got out to help and the four of us were able to get her moving in the right direction.
Needless to say, I lost the advantage of an early-leave. I had to double back and feed the cats, then drive into the city.
I think the eclipse has melted the minds of quite a few people in the city. I had to slam my brakes on six times, in order to avoid hitting the nimrods who a) threw their car doors open without looking to see if traffic was coming; b) walked out into the road between two parked cars - being mesmerized by the IMPORTANT BUSINESS on their phones; c) kept walking after the light turned green because (see b). After a while, you wonder if you wouldn't be doing the world a favor by hitting some of these idiots. But I didn't.
I know that quinoa is the new hot thing in grains, but I have to admit to finding it incredibly irritating. It's so tiny that it gets in between ones teeth - it reminds me of chewing on sand. Which brings back unhappy memories of childhood on the beach. The only thing I liked about the beach as a child were the sea shells, the birds and the mysterious piles of seaweed. Other than that, it was hot. Sand gets everywhere and it chafes. All of the photographs my mother took of me on the beach at St. Pete shows a blond tot that looks like she bit a lemon. Apparently, I took out my unhappiness by systematically snapping the plastic pants of my giant cousin of the same age. He finally had enough and sat on me.
My Cayuga duck, Cordelia, has taken to laying her egg in their pool. What is up with that? Does she just splash around and then - oops!?! I am only getting one egg in the hut - thank you, Dimples - but am not complaining, as I am still (yay) up to my elbows in eggs. I know the end of the bounty is near - evidenced by enough feathers in the coop to stuff a mattress - but I am very thankful that I am still getting plenty. It will be interesting, as I slowly let the flock's numbers drop to a more manageable amount. I am thinking a dozen. Only 18 to go.
I have officially killed my fig tree. This makes me very sad. I will have to start all over again, but am waiting until spring. It will be rather a relief to be able to use more than a third of my dining room this winter.
I have also been thinking about friends and friendship a lot. I am very, very lucky to have such wonderful friends. I don't have tons of friends, but I have the very best of friends. I think that having friends is the most important thing in a person's life. You know who you are and I love you.