Welcome, Chickies!

Several weeks ago, before we got rabbits, we got chickies.

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone

This is from the first day that we had them. The brown ones are egg-layers and the yellow ones are meat chickens that sadly only live for two months after they are fully matured, which also happens faster than the egg-layers. They are adorable and make tiny little cheeps that would keep my sister (whose room their little protected tub and heat lamp were placed in) up all night.

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone


image: from martha0stout’s phone


She ended up sleeping in our sister’s room upstairs after our sister and her husband had to head back into the Valley we’d just left. (Adam couldn’t breathe out here, so they’re getting an apartment with his sister and another of our sisters in April. They will be back for their furniture in April as well.)

The chickies don’t bother my niece and I, who can hear them from our room, but we’re heavier sleepers than Julia.

The cats and Sissy are very interested in the chickies as well! (I tried to catch a picture of Iris as well, but she’s like this ink blot that soaks up all light without reflecting any back!)

image: Sissy, from martha0stout's phone

image: Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone

image: Cotton, from martha0stout's phone

image: Cotton, from martha0stout’s phone

image: Usako, from martha0stout's phone

image: Usako, from martha0stout’s phone

So Long, Old Friend

While I watched the truck drive away for the first time it became real to me.

It wasn’t something we were planning for.

It wasn’t something we were preparing for.

It was something that we were actually doing.

We were moving and no one and nothing would ever convince me otherwise.

With the piano gone from the house, it was finally official.

We were moving!

This was meant to be posted right before we moved, but I forgot to do so. It has another part, which is the reason I’m posting it late rather than never. I Wish That I Could See You Once Again is the second part. (I will include the link when I am able for the second link, as has become my practice lately.)

Forever Waiting

Sissy loves the new place. She adores the large backyard and the ability to go outside and run about, chasing any birds that land in back there. She loves listening to the cows on the other side of the fence moo and loves how the kids like to run about the yard with her as well.

What she doesn’t like is that it takes twenty minutes longer for the kids to come home from school. She starts crying for them (and it is crying though no tears gather in her eyes) about twenty minutes before school is even over for me niece. She continues to cry for each of them until all three of them are home. She stands on the couch and stares out the window until she can see them walking down the road.

“Doesn’t it just break your heart to listen to her.” My mother asks before she turns her attentions back to Sissy and tries to console her while the old dog waits for ‘her kids’ to come home.

Good thing it’s Friday. No school for the next two days.

image: Sissy, from martha0stout's phone

image: Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone

I don’t know how to handle this look on her face because nothing Mom and I do makes any difference. We’re not the ones she wants and nothing we do has any effect on her right now.

Cookbooks – Thankful Thursday

Today I am grateful for cookbooks. I like to bake and, sometimes, I even like to cook. I am not good at cooking something out of the box with little instructions on the back. (I’m not the only one in my family with this problem, but there are only two of us out of our eight siblings with this problem.) I can, however, follow a recipe on a little card from the recipe box that our mother has spent the majority of her life collecting or from a book.

I’ve gotten pretty good at it, as long as I don’t leave the kitchen and forget that I’m cooking something. The kids are always really happy when I bake and they’ve grown to like when I cook as well now that dinners during the week have to be made by me and their Granny Mary (Mom). We have a nice system where we switch off who makes the main thing plus one side dish while the other makes the other side dish.

So I am grateful for cookbooks and that my mother made sure I knew how to use them.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update the link when able.)

EDIT: The correct link has been added.

Frustrated Protectiveness

She gritted her teeth, but plowed on.


“Are you certain about this?”


“You’ve never been anywhere here by yourself yet. Please let me send someone as your, ah, guide.”

“I’m not taking a bodyguard.” Mary said flatly.

“They don’t have to be a bodyguard…”

“Oh I’m sure that wouldn’t be their official designation, but at the same time be at least a Third Degree Black Belt on the side, completely learned without your needing it required.”

“There’s no need to take that kind of tone with me.” Alex protested, “I’m just- I’m worried about you, Mary. If anyone ever finds out about our connection-“

“And having a bodyguard won’t out me in five seconds?”

Alex sighed, “I just want you to be safe should anything happen.”

Mary softened, “I know, Al, but I’ll be fine. You seem to forget that I know more about fighting than every single person in your employ.”

“I don’t want you to worry about breaking the seal and hurting yourself!”

“I know how to fight without my ‘extra abilities,’ Al.” her tone was drier this time and less sarcastic, “There have been plenty of times where I couldn’t use them either, brother-mine.”

He snorted, “And that won’t draw attention to you either, I suppose?”

Now Mary laughed, “There are plenty of young women in this day and age who have learned how to defend themselves. Unless I start sporting a colorful costume or a mask, I’m fairly certain that I won’t draw any more attention to myself than your average college student who knows how to defend herself against assault.”

“I reserve the right to have someone tail you every now and then just to reassure myself at least.”

“By all means, check the CCTV footage if you must, just so long as you use that subtlety that I know exists within you. Somewhere, anyway.”

Adrenaline Crash

Caught up in the thrill of the moment

Only after does the crash strike

Lost in the shivers that drench my body

Darkness driven back by warmth wrapped around me.

The adrenaline crash after the first day of moving was harsh. I hadn’t been on my feet that long without breaks in years, but I was blessed to keep moving. My sister and her husband wrapped me up tight once they realized it was cold brought by the lack of adrenaline in my body instead of a seizure.

What is the Answer?

How often have I run away
Especially when something doesn’t go my way
And covered my ears and screwed up my eyes?
Denying what I have just learned,
Can’t believe it has to go this way,
A moment given and taken and refused.
New twists and turns are rejected
Or completely ignored,
Not listening!