Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones 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! |