Stir Crazy – Manic Monday

For I have felt fear
Lurking behind me
Even as I seek shelter
Especially with what I face before me

So my dogs figured out how to open the chicken yard this morning. No chickens or ducks were harmed in the events that followed, but I spent about an hour with my niece and then nephew trying to catch our birds and put them back. Most of them were fairly easy to catch with the help of our oldest dog. Vincent is very skilled at pinning our chickens without hurting them and can even pick them up without harming or killing them.

Our rooster, on the other hand, got out of the yard entirely. My niece and I chased up all up and down the easement to the south of our property. He kept trying to run out onto the road, which is a major road in our valley. We finally managed to pin and capture him, but it was very tiring and we were all scratched up. The easement is mostly a steep little hill that leads from our fence to the road.

I’m pretty sure commuters got a kick out of watching a grown woman and a teen chase a rooster alternately away from the two roads while occasionally lunging in an attempt to catch him. (Our house is on a corner.)

He evaded us every time until we were able to herd him around the fence and into the actual front yard where we pinned him in a hedge that partially shields the house from the road.

Manic Monday

My sister has returned to work
Even as her children remain home
Letting everyone know the risks
To keeping things running, yet safe
Don’t think we aren’t worried
Or flippantly scoffing
We have to keep going forward
Not leaving things on a cliffhanger

My sister’s job is going on a three-shift format to reduce the risk of people getting sick. There is an option of working from home if you have to quarantine, which we did use for two weeks after she came back from California. (It was a business trip, and everyone was sent home early when things really started to move fast in the U.S.)

I’m very grateful for the fact that my anxiety meds were adjusted right before things went down with the pandemic. Very grateful. It also helps that I generally get along well with my family.

Also, in the mental health history of my family, we’ve always done better when we have cats and/or dogs. We have cats, dogs, and a bunch of farm animals. That helps a ton.

Casts Arise

Why ever have you done this
And trampled over me
Kept your joy contained
Even as it reigned free

Unless this was the plan
Perhaps more clever you are than I am

So I’ve got a cold and feel like crap. I wasn’t going to get up for a while yet because I was warm for once. One of our dogs, Helena, didn’t like that I wasn’t up right now this second. So she catapulted herself not just onto my bed, but directly onto me and started jumping around. She’s a medium-sized dog, our smallest, but she’s still a decent size and heavy enough to knock the air right out of you.

It wasn’t the wake-up call I had in mind and it was at least two hours earlier than I had planned. Unfortunately, I know from experience that trying to go back to bed while Helena wants you up isn’t just futile, it’s also incredibly foolish. She has no problems using her little claws to aid you in arising. Her claws aren’t sharp enough to cut, but they still hurt. (Clipping her nails is hard because they’re black and I don’t want to clip too far.)

Of course, heaven help you if you need to get up and she’s asleep on you.

Being Alive

Listen to the body’s words
In the event of pain
Very unusual to withstand
Even as infection is lanced

So my orange tabby, ‘Cutis has a puncture on one of his legs. It’s healing, but I have to lance it for any new infection at least once a day because of the way cats heal. If a cat has a wound, it has to heal on the inside before you let it fully scab over (unless there are stitches involved, I think.) If you don’t let it heal on the inside first, then it can become infected and burn through a cat’s skin making a new hole.

It was not fun learning that with a previous cat.

Anyway, with other cats, it hasn’t been fun having to lance a scabbed-over wound to make sure it isn’t growing infected underneath the scab. Very few animals like it with you have to clean and bandage a wound in the first place, much less have to lance it at least once a day, just in case.

‘Cutis lets me lance any infection with at least two pokes before he gets antsy. He could break free really easy but just shifts away from me a little. He’s large and strong and heavy, but he just lets me check his wound over as it heals. I can’t remember anyone, animal or not, who let me do that something like that so often. The fact that it was with someone who I can only understand via body language…

‘Cutis might be one of the most patient and calm person I have ever met.IMG_20200225_082354936

image: ‘Cutis; from martha0stout’s phone

Movement, Please

Can’t seem to move forward
Really thought this’d have some momentum
Aware this slump will pass
Waiting while backsliding
Learning lessons again and again

Sorry. Was feeling a little down there for a bit, but my nephew came in and helped me with something completely unrelated to what I was down about and now I feel better.

Sometimes we really do need all the reviews for life lessons that we can get because we’re human. We’re not always going to remember what they are.

Gates For Thought – Thankful Thursday

Got to stop progression
And wait for things to come
The moment isn’t here yet
Evening hasn’t rung

Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants thingsĀ now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk

We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.

But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.

This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.

Like In Stories

Perhaps you think it’s nothing
Lost in the mess of life
Often no good can come of pain
Though often enough, you forget the joy of dancing in the rain

I’ve been thinking today about how my brother met his wife. Their’s is my second favorite love story and not, as some of my friends would likely say, because of how they met, but because they’ve had hard times and worked hard to come through them as they entered them.

Together.

Because when something or someone is the most important to you, you aren’t going to let anything else get between you or they. They loved each other and wanted to always stand together even if they were trying not to fall over as the ground rumbled and heaved beneath them. I’ve watched their love for one another grow and it is beautiful.

As for how they met?

They were introduced over a dead body.

They had both been called to stay with a friend who had gone to check on an elderly relative only to find said relative had passed. My brother and sister-in-law managed to get there before paramedics and sat with their friend in the room with his relative. So they were introduced over a dead body.

Their friend was at their wedding and reception and said something about how only these two would make a connection at a time like that, but he was glad they did so.

We always need a reminder that there are good things in life, most especially when it seems life is at its darkest for us.

 

Memory Stings

Before you can blink
And sharper than you think
Rips open the skin
But the slice is so thin

Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.

Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.