Cluck, cluck

My youngest daughter commented recently that I didn't need anything else to do.  But tell me, when did that ever stop me?

And I promised my grandgirls, Gabby and Ava, that they could raise chickens.  

Yes, chickens.

We saw them at the County fair this summer, and they reminded me that I had told them that a while back,  and I said yes, in the spring, we would order chickens.

So in an attempt to not be scrambling in the spring, I had the chicken coop plans hot and ready.

Here is is, and for some unknown reason, I decided that it would be good to have it in front of the barn, near the house.

Part of my reasoning was that there is a HUGE brush pile on the spot where I really wanted to put it.

 

 

 Of course, then I got thinking about it, and realized what a mistake it was to put it there.
Can I just say that my brain isn't always spot on.

 So I did what any self respecting woman would do.
I changed my mind.

Luckily, my regular carpenter/handy man is often like one of my own kids, and he
makes adjustments for my quirkiness, with the require amount of grumbling.

This morning he was there bright and early.  He moved the brush pile over about 10 ft, and then he proceeded to move the coop, not an easy feat.
They actually rolled it on those pipes, a few feet at a time.

 Before long it was back next to the metal shed, where I originally wanted it to go.

 It's done, and ready for chickens.

The girls are going to do a little decorating, and painting.  Gabby informed me they needed a sign, "chicks only".

 The door was a gift, fancy for a chicken coop, but it was free.

The only problem I see is that when the chicks arrive, the girls aren't going to want to go to school, they're going to want to come to Mimi's.

The last two years have taught me a lot about my life.  I have to admit that just lately I have had a
real "aha" moment.
 My blog has actually been a big part of my thought process.   It's all  there in black and white, no escaping it.

I could give you the long drawn out description, but here it is in the skinny.

I have had a tough two years of incredible pain, I have experienced fear of the future, and have generally been thrown out of my comfort zone.   In response, I desired to run away, to move to Maine, to sell my business, to downsize, and redesign my entire life.

As things are calming down, and I am getting my balance back so to speak, I realize that all that was like an alcoholic making a geographical change.  It was  the voice of desperation, trying to get away from a reality that was just plain overwhelming, though running away really didn't change a thing.

 " The general remedy of those, who are uneasy without knowing the cause, is change of place; they are willing to imagine that their pain is the consequence of some local inconvenience, and endeavour to fly from it, as children from their shadows; always hoping for more satisfactory delight from every new scene, and always returning home with disappointments and complaints.

"The fountain of content must spring up in the mind; and that he, who has so little knowledge of human nature, as to seek happiness by changing any thing, but his own dispositions, will waste his life in fruitless efforts, and multiply the griefs which he purposes to remove."

Samuel Johnson, 1750


I still want to go to Maine.  Cause I love Maine.  I just don't need to relocate.
I still want to downsize, but in a more reasonable frame of mine.

And no, I don't want to sell Crazy as a Loom, it's my BABY, for crying out loud.

I do however, want to redesign my life, which includes a lot of different ways to minimize,  simplify, and clarify what I want to do.
I don't want to work 6 days a week.
I do want to spend more time with my family and friends.

I can't change my crazy self.
But I can slow it down a bit, and live every day  like it was my last.

Cause you never know.