Thursday, September 8, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Birds of a feather
• We went to First Monday in Ripley this weekend for the first time in a long time. We - daughter Dana and granddaughters Meredith and Remy -- were supposed to be looking for chickens to live with our beautiful and lonesome Rosalie (the only survivor of a rampaging border collie -- ours, I might add).
I found chickens and roosters all over the place that I thought would suit Rosalie. Unfortunately, Dana didn’t think they would -- they smelled bad or she thought they looked sickly.
I found one rooster in particular that was just gorgeous. He was a great big ole red rooster with a very nice comb on top of his head. But by then, Meredith and Remy had decided we needed to get lunch on the way home and were afraid the heat would kill the chickens.
Dana was also concerned a lot with the smell of the roosters/chickens if we left them in the car.
I will admit to sulking and pouting while we walked around. It was hot and we were all sweaty and I wanted chickens and a rooster!
I did buy a multi-tool “thing” with a hammer and an axe!
The girls did get feathers in their hair. Not the feathers like I wore in my hair either (way back in the late ’60s and early ’70s). Those were big ole feathers with beads and a big ole clip that pulled your hair. The feathers just kinda dangled around your head and got in your way mostly.
Feathers today are immensely popular. Every pre-teen, teen, etc. girl has a brightly colored, tiny, thin feather, attached with a tiny clamp/bead near the scalp. They’re very pretty. I won’t be surprised if I end up with one in my hair. My body may not be teenage any longer, but thankfully, my brain is!
• Speaking of birds, I am apparently a late-comer to one of the smart phone games/apps.
Pastor Doug of CrossPointe in Olive Branch posted a note on Facebook wondering why the little birds were so angry. I’m not sure I’d trust him critiquing any kind of game (he loves them all), but then Brandi, his wife and an extremely talented musician, posted that she might also become addicted to the game.
So, now, I find myself playing Angry Birds all the time. Several CrossPointe members (me included) told Pastor Doug that he might notice we’re praying Sunday all during church...
Bowed heads and flying fingers!
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