Angry owl? Baby dragon? Apparently, it's pretty wild out here at night. Whatever attacked my rear view mirror was not the usual male Cardinal. That's hard plastic and the cuts are fairly deep. I can just imagine trying to explain this to the insurance company.
Retirement continues to carry on in a fog. Not only am I never sure what day it is, I don't even have to care. So strange. I'm hoping it's a phase. I have all the necessary paperwork done, with the exception of what to do with my 401K. That is on today's agenda. Tomorrow, I am making an early morning bread run for Marianne - I'm looking at my new 'job' as courier with a glint of adventure in my eye. I have to be outside of an Italian bakery in another town at 7AM. Woohoo! I get paid in pumpkins, apples and assorted vege. It's a good deal.
I'm getting some little things checked off the small novel that is my list. It's very satisfying. The weather continues to mirror the year - it's totally whacked. From hard frost, four mornings in a row, I'm back to opening all the windows and using the fan. We have also been getting rain fairly often - needed, but it would have been more helpful in summer. I am not complaining. I also opened my barn door to floor-to-ceiling hay. AND almost all of it is second cut. I'm going to have to install one of those reducing belt machines for Linden (who managed to twist an ankle/leg badly enough that it required getting the vet out). AND - are you ready for this? - the farmer charged me $2.50/bale. That's right. Gobsmacked was I.
In my usual bi-weekly check-in with elderly neighbors/friends, I learned that my second set of parents' son's partner has been diagnosed with cancer. She is a holistic practitioner, lifelong vegetarian and has decided to approach her cancer treatment with a rigid diet. Everyone around her is all up in arms about it. It got me thinking that we have moved into a total remove from allowing individuals to choose how to care for their health. Just because she will not flood her body with poison, does not make her irresponsible. In my opinion, of course. I can only hope that I, if faced with the same hard decisions, would be true to my own beliefs. All I can do for her is to back her up and send her good vibes - which I do every morning. I have to do these pesky exercises to strengthen leg/hip/butt muscles and loathe it. Why is it that I cannot for the life of me, stick with good habits? If it's a bad habit, I cling to it like a barnacle. I've found that using a prayer-like mantra for friends and family as I go through the routine, helps me stop whining and makes it go faster. I am such a baby. Wah.
Speaking of babe...
Can we say 80s? Unearthed by my youngest sister - taken circa 1981 when I visited her in NYC's East Village (way before it was Yuppie-ized). I was definitely stylin.