Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I Think Summer Causes Writer's Block

Summer just doesn't seem to inspire me to write.



Don't get me wrong...I often think, "Oh, I really ought to blog about this!" Whatever "this" is, but when I finally get time to sit down and write I've completely forgotten what it was I wanted to write about.



Maybe I'm just getting old. I did have my forty-third birthday last week. And I was going to blog about that...but didn't. I even made up a little ditty to start it out with...wanna hear it?



Okay, here goes,



Happy Birthday to me

I'm forty-three

Oh Lord have mercy

How can this be?



And then I was going to write something pithy about the passage of time and so on.



Well, that's about as pithy as I got.



I was also going to do a post about the three flats of strawberries I recently picked, froze, dried, pied and jammed. Here's a picture:



Yes, you are right, that is A LOT of strawberries! But it's nice to know we'll be enjoying them in their many new forms for months to come. Unfortunately that's all I have to say about that.



I was also going to post about the rather untimely and violent death of one of our chickens at the paws of our dog.



Yep, she got into the coop and decided to have a snack. By the time we got to the coop (which is now away from the house), which was only a few seconds, one chicken was dead and one had literally flown the coop. The other two were definitely in need of therapy.



Husband took the dead chicken and administered some discipline and then tied it around the dog's neck for the rest of the day. Please don't call PETA on us. This is an effective means of dissuading a dog from eating your egg suppliers. She hasn't even gone within ten feet of the coop since "the incident".



Our chicken that flew the coop did return the next day. We think she may have been roosting in one of the nearby trees until the danger passed.



And that's all I have to say about that.



So...for all eight of you out there still reading my blog and checking in on me...thank you. It's a testimony to your perseverence.



I think I'm going to take a cue from Mary at Keep The Light Shining and post just once a week. At least for the duration of the summer. You can find a new post here every Wednesday...yes, including tomorrow. So at least I now have a goal and you don't have to waste time checking in on me the other days of the week.



Blessings to you all and thanks for still stopping by!

5 comments:

Robin Lambright said...

I so get you logic. I think about posting all the time, however sometimes it just does not happen.

I was commenting to a blog friend that they don't call them the "lazy days of summer" for nothing.

Sometimes you got stuff to say and some days ya just don't! That's my story and I'm sticken to it!

Sorry about your chicken, however it could be the opening line in a steamy summer murder mystery.

And Happy Birthday, I'll hit the big 50 in a few short years and the memory loss is a constant source of frustration. I feel you pain.

It seems that I have, not out of anything that I set out and planned, found that posting about once a week works for me as well.

The strawberries looked wonderful by the way.

Have a great week and I hope your reaming chicken are safe and recovered from there trauma.

Anonymous said...

This is why I've always been afraid to get chickens. I fear my sweet dog might actually be a killer. I don't want to know that about her.

Happy Birthday!

Jennifer Owens said...

The chicken story is hilarious!!! I had to laugh out loud at the thought of a dog with a dead chicken around it's neck. Glad he learned his lesson! Glad I found your blog today - I enjoyed the laugh!

Cyndy said...

Hi Jennifer!
I'm glad you found my blog today too! She's a sweet dog but she has given us some moments when we wonder how we will ever survive having her!:)

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

You cracked me up with your deadpan play by play. "And that's all I have to say about that." I loved the chicken story. So, if dogs want to eat the chicken, why do they hate having it tied around them?