Remember the chickens?
|Hen: What are you DOING?? Rooster: I just read this new book by Sheryl Sandberg that says you should lean in. Hen: That's for HENS! Rooster: Oh. Sorry.|
They are off to a new home! After I posted about them, a lady from Mississippi messaged
I'm an antique person
and we are moving our milk and egg business out to the old milk house on the
farm. We have a retail market room that we have in a dumpy room at the end of
our carport but we want to move it out sooner rather than later. I've been collecting
ideas and things to use so as soon as we're able, presto, I can put my stuff
up. chickens were on my list but I didn't know where to get them. I thought
maybe I'd have to pay and arm and leg for large ceramic ones I've seen in
Wunderbar! She has a
niece here in Brownsville. I dropped the
chickens off there on Sunday, since the niece is willing to get them to her one way
We are all happy, chickens included.
Today Shelley the lovely niece was here with her little daughter, Charlotte, and we sat on the porch with Amy and Jenny and talked and had tea. Shelley asked how long I've been blogging and we figured out it's been over eight years.
Amy inserted, with a bit of amusement in her eyes, that I've had the same layout and background all those eight years.
Well, yes, I have.
I said I'm afraid to change it because I have this fear that, if I change it, the whole blog will disappear along with the 1425 posts I've written over the years.
Shelley said with a bit of amusement in her eyes that that is something that I could get someone to do for me, if I'm not comfortable doing it myself.
See, I'm just doing what all the writer websites say you have to do to succeed in today's market: create a brand and stick with it.
Meanwhile, after all my years of hand-wringing both online and off, one of my children has changed his relationship status on Facebook. Ben is dating a lovely young lady named Amanda.
Of course my children would not follow any usual patterns, so my fourth child is the first to date.*
And, we already got to meet her. Without Ben being there. In Thailand, of all places.
She had flown over to accompany a friend who was going to be working at a different organization in the same city. So first Amanda and I met over iced coffee, and then she went up the mountain with all of us, the time we were warned about the possibility of a king cobra.
|Amanda and I sat on the round pillows in this lovely little pavilion to sip our iced coffees. We had no trouble filling up the hour with conversation. My cousin's helpful daughter had brought her over on a motorbike, hence the helmet there on the right.|
Amanda was undaunted by both the king cobra possibility and meeting Ben's family without him being there as a buffer.
She's a brave girl.
*i.e. using the Mennonite definition and implication(s) here.
Quote of the Day:
"The main lesson in Amelia Bedelia books is that you can get by with anything if you're a good cook."