Still out at Green Acres, house sitting. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the country and I LOVE my friends D&T, but I don't have MY things, MY critters around me...and I miss my honey. The kid is out in the little house (basically D&T's really nice bedroom suite, that's separated from the main house by a lanai), playing on his laptop, I'm in here, trying to be creative on my laptop... It's not working cuz Sylvan done kilt my writing urges (making me realize I suck as a writer, yo). I have the harlequin pit bull mix (Gandhi) on one side, the ancient, tiny Chihuahua (?) mix (Julie) on the other, and the bird, Britches on my shoulder. Britches is preening and just took a shit on my back *sighs*. The other dog, Maggie (a lab/Golden Retriever), is sacked out in the living room. I figure, if I let them in, the chickens would be draped all over me. Well, except the one renegade hen, who didn't get the memo about the week-long lockdown and has been free (freee...FREEE) all week. Where she's getting water and all, I dunno..but she's still cluckin' and scratchin' away.
I can't eat or drink with Britches on my shoulder because he thinks anything that goes to my mouth should also go to his....and if I use common sense and do NOT feed a blue parakeet thingy Diet Coke and Good'n'Plenties...he gets pissy and tries to bite me. Such gratitude I get for sharing my cheese, cherries, chicken (the cannibal!) blueberries, grapes, and dried cranberries with him. (I think the cherries are what's now decorating the back of my shirt.)
I knew I had the dogs in the palm of my hand when they tried to follow my mini-van to work this morning. Heehee.
The contractor finally got the sink out in the lanai hooked up (the kitchen is being remodeled, so we've been roughing it all week), but only one drain works right. Oh well, it beats hauling the water by hose and bucket.
Sunday I feed everyone one last time and then go home...D&T are supposed to be back from NY in the afternoon. Meanwhile, I sure hope cherry-flavored birdshit does not stain teal colored cotton.
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