Thursday, May 22, 2014


Yes, Sissy's death has been a big blow to all of us. We miss her terribly. We suspect she became egg-bound, a condition that is most often fatal in poultry. She had not laid eggs this year and I knew she'd been shagged. There are a few things you can do, but you have to know that she's egg bound to start treatment.

My laptop had been shutting down randomly, so I had Dave take it apart and blow out the fan. It's been sporadic since. I've been using Alex's laptop (he has a desktop also) but it's frustrating. His touchpad is extra touchy and if you rest your hand on it, well...the laptop does crazy things.

We sold 2 of Molly's babies to a lady who lives near the Dells. She had bought 2 geese from someone and one died. Geese need a flock to survive, so I offered her two of Molly's babies. She said they are doing well and bonding with her gosling. It's good to have a flock of happy geese.
There's a good video of what it's like to have uber-protective Moms about. She hisses, she hollers and those 3 babies are the most protected goslings around.

School is done. My final went all right. I start the Collaborative Engineering classes in the fall. I'm more nervous about the financial aid than the classes. Since I had to register at two different universities I DO hope that I can get my full financial package. This last year I've been shorted so much aid that I had to put last semester's tuition on a credit card. Not funny guys, get this shit straightened out!

One of the goals of the poultry farm was to educate youngsters in poultry and such. We've lent out eggs to a teacher to have them hatch in her classroom. She got 2 chickens and one duck. I named the duck Buttercup and the chickens Inigo and Fezzik. Yep, from the Princess Bride.  I've also created a facebook page: that I update for the kids and others who like to see life with a bunch of loud geese ducks and chickens.

Dave had them snoozing on his arm last week. Buttercup has doubled in size since then. They are inseparable, which confirms the fact that if you raise the poultry together, they are OK with it.

Knitting wise, well...what I'm knitting cannot be shown until it is gifted to it's intended owner. I've a friend who is I'm knitting.

I've made a few more hats though. I mean, what am I up to? Like 5 of those hats? Well, each one has a nice name like Indefinite Integrals or Optimization since that was what I was studying when I knitted it.
Except for the one that is in shades of Watermelon. That's Warehouse 13 finale. I cried. I will admit to it. I really liked that show. Now if Sci Fi can get back to Haven, it'd be nice....

Friday, May 9, 2014


We lost our Sissy girl last night. Found her dead in the coop this morning. She'd been sick last week, with a swelling under her beak. We let her stay inside the house, and she was stumbling and bumping into stuff. Her bad eye went worse and I was treating that but she seemed to take a turn for the better last night.

She got in her last nibbles on our hair and Dave's beard and we put her in the coop because the others were harassing her.

Going to be a crappy day............

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The measure of a human is what they do when they have nothing at stake

I had a very odd dream last night/early this morning. I was sitting in class listening like a good girl when the guy who sits next to me looks outside and says, "WOW!" which makes us all look. We are on the 2nd floor of a building, so looking out over the parking lot we notice that the sky is not blue, nor gray nor any natural sky color - it is the color of fire.

We look for the cause and find none. We run down the stairs and out the door and find the entire sky the color of flame.  And in my mind, I realize this heralds the end of humanity; Armageddon, the Reaping,..whatever you call it. It's the end.

But life goes on and we all do our best. The next part of this dream, I am working in an office. I do not know the man with whom I work, but I realize it's a co-worker. He's on the phone with a customer across the world away. A flash of bright, a swoosh and we are both in another office. I look outside to see barren, brown rocks and a mountainous terrain. My co-worker is still on the phone, and as he still talks to the customer, we realize we've traded places. They are in America and we're in their office, in Tibet. yes, Tibet.  As time goes on, we realize that everyone in the world has traded places with someone else. There's no real rhyme or reason to it. You get zapped into another place.

My next trade is to a home in a large city. It's a nice Victorian with lots of wood paneling and such. As I pull back the curtains, I see people looting and violence, but I choose to stay with the people here: A grandmother with her granddaughter and a young man in his 20's. As we survey our surroundings, the girl picks up bits of jewelry on a table and asks,'Do you think our stuff gets to go with us, or that this was here all along?' I have no answer. We search and find one of those chocolate oranges: the orange flavor chocolate in the shape of an orange wrapped in orange foil. I open it and share it with the girl.

And as I sit eating the chocolate (incidentally, I've never eaten one of those in real life) I wonder where my family is. I start to panic - who's taking care of the animals? Is anyone taking care of my animals? Do they even know how?

Which then wakes me up. As I lay there adjusting to real life I think to myself, "what would it be like, if the only thing you keep is yourself but are constantly changing lives with others?" What would be the thing you prize most? Could you survive? What if you were left with a child to care for? Would you do it? How about animals? What if you traded places with a criminal in solitary? Would anyone let you out?

A good thought to ponder once in a while. People get attached to many things, but what if the only thing you had left was .............yourself?