Saturday, January 30, 2010

it's cold

***picture from longwood, so i remember it will get warm again***
AGAIN........STILL

we spent the day lazying around, eating, making food, and sleeping.

bernie went out this morning to bring in wood and when he came in, he told me.....'its nasty out, don't put the ducks out'
so we didn't

meanwhile phoebe has a new thing, she climbs the stairs and waits at the top for me i think she likes the cuddling she gets when i open the door
i miss spending a lot of time with them, i miss cuddling ducks for a while sitting in the shade of a tree while other ducks are taking baths
i miss watching them graze like a couple of duck billed dinosaurs
i miss watching them splash happily in the water of their wading pools and the sunlight flashing off the water drops they are spraying all over
momma and lilli are getting a bit used to each other again i think
i carry them in and out together, one under each arm.
phoebe is laying marble sized eggs and has me worried
falstaff is about 7 now, and we are thinking we need to retire him, and get a second drake, unrelated to anyone...... he's going to be really upset but he's starting to really show his age.

i made bernie relax, and take a nap.........and he did....oh BOY did he
he went up at about 3:30 and didn't get up until after 6pm
so i am sure he's had some rest


i borrowed a book from georgie up the hill 'the time travelers wife' i been wanting to read it
i plowed through it, it took about 6 hours
i hated it
i couldn't put it down
but the guy freeken DIES at the end...... with guts and blood and gore all over

i was a mess
so much for that
now i remember why i hate fiction........ and i like non fiction
at least with real life you don't have magic going on then a really sucky ending
you sorta know from the beginning that the ending eventually is going to be sucky

ok i am outta here for now
gotta stoke the stove
this time of year i live in a sort of dream like land which is one part sleep depravation, one part dreamland, and one part denial of the cold.......

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous10:24 AM

    I am so cautious about fiction for that reason, too. Good writers are, well, good writers, and their stories can have a powerful effect on me. For that reason, I need to be careful about what I read. I had a hard time with The Dogs of Babel last year in kind of the same way you describe. A good writer can disturb me, sometimes too too much.

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