Saturday, April 26, 2003

"That's disgusting." Shock and Awe! Poor Geoff is appalled by my utter lack of aesthetic. "What the heck is that thing?" he asks as his eyes move in on the most recently posted photograph. I think the appropriate question is, "What was it?" Anyone care to guess? I'll make a contest of it and offer a grand prize to the first person who can tell me what it was in no more than 100 words.

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Yesterday, around 7a.m., while driving west to Alex's dental appointment, I thought of dozens of interesting and original subjects to write about and post for Chicken Blog. Now...I got nothin'. Or close to nothing.

Doh! I am waking up, slowly, and I just realized that once again I have logged on to the wrong machine and I won't be able to exert the effort to switch over to the laptop so that I can make a link to my new cyber-friend. Since Geoff inserted the "email me" link, a woman, mother, wife, fellow chicken lover and Blogger, found Chicken Blog in a Google search for "Chicken Blogs!" Now someone living outside of Seattle is sharing chicken tales and other anecdotes with me. I think we are both amused by the very idea that our paths have crossed...it's almost like a web, all connected and thrown together in an international net of linked interests and common hobbies that spans the globe in an ever expanding universe of cross referenced information; there ought to be a name for this phenomenon!

Okay. Next time I Blog I will decipher the whole "make a link" code, then I will be able to introduce the first non-family, not obliged or coerced person that voluntarily admits to reading Chicken Blog! At this point I wish I could write, "My Happy Triumph" in Latin, because it would look sophisticated, while expressing my giddy glee! In lieu of Latin, I will make a happy face: 8-)

We have fun plans for the day, and I am riding high, because I cleaned house yesterday, and even did two rounds of garage excavation. I almost burst my own bubble by admitting that the "master" bedroom was neglected in my flurry of domesticity, but I refuse to humiliate and berate myself that way. I did good, and today I will celebrate.




One morning I found this waiting for me on the kitchen floor.
A cat, I suspect, left it there. It's buried now.

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