The little swallows sitting on the roof of my back entryway yesterday looked so cute, like a little flying school waiting for their turn to try.
Goaliemom and hubby are in Ukraine right now, undergoing the adoption process for our new niece. An amazing journey with which I know I cannot truly relate, but I am so, so excited for them. Can't wait to meet her!
I can't keep up with the dog's shedding. I vacuum like a good housewife, then 2 hours later you'd think I hadn't pulled the cleaner out for a month. Am contemplating skipping the middleman (floor) and simply vacuuming the dog. Yeah. Sam will looove that. D brushed him the other night and we have enough fur in the garbage can to make another dog - yet somehow, Sam is not yet bald.
And sort of vaguely roughly sort of kind of on that note, last week I did a first and used the spa gift certificate (Mother's Day!) to get my legs sugared. Sounds yummy, but isn't. Sugaring is like waxing - they apply stuff to your leg, talking nicely and soothingly so that you're lulled into a sense of security, then RIP the hair out. Granted, it was less painful than the time I tried a home-waxing thing on my legs a few years back (still have scary memories on that front). So I decided to go for a 'half leg', meaning just from the knees down. I wondered what they'd do if I went in and asked for a half leg but "just the back, please, that's half" or even better, "instead of two half legs, can you just do one whole one?". But I didn't want to anger the nice spa lady; she might hurt me. More so. All in all though, not too bad and I've gotta say not having to shave my legs is probably worth it. Today I go for a followup to catch the little hairs that managed to escape their fate. Oh yes, little ones, you will be found. And then your fate is sealed.
My garden motivation this year is about zero. Can a garden have a year of fallow? I'm working outside so it's not general laziness; there's just no itch to get growing stuff. Granted, with all the rain the growth itself doesn't seem to be an issue so much as what is actually growing.
I am liking the parts for the strings I've written but find I'm second-guessing myself. Not that that in itself is any surprise. I'm just wondering if they're too busy, but figure Tim will know and it's easier to scratch out some notes than to write new ones in. Uberguitarist sent me a lovely email about listening to the rough mixes and that was a huge encouragement.
Rain on the farmhouse's tin roof is still one of my favorite sounds.
The first batch of chicks is just about ready to make the one-way trip; they're big and plump now. While this is nothing new from last year, the change for 2009 comes tomorrow with a second batch of chicks. If all goes well we end up with 28 chickens in the freezer by fall. Not too shabby. Good thing we bought a second deep freeze.
I've written four new songs since starting work on the CD. The whole creating while creating thing is interesting. Perhaps creativity begets itself? Likely so. Of the four songs, one will appear on the current CD ('Something New'), while the others will be floating around in my mind and if a second project happens, they'll likely find their way there. It's an interesting shift in my writing, though, as while much of The View From Here will be songs written for and started in our church, the new songs are less overtly "worship music". About half of View's songs were written for our congregation to sing along with. None of the four new songs have that setting. Inspiration is an interesting thing. I love the songs on View but I must say some of these new ones are becoming favorites with me. I'm so fickle.
I ramble a lot.
I poached some salmon last week in white wine, then used the liquid in the pan, added some sauteed mushrooms and cream to make a sauce. Oh. My. Sooo good.
R is back from NC and had a wonderful time. She worked hard and was a bit homesick, but thoroughly enjoyed herself. I think she may have caught up with her sleep now. A and M had a good week, too, and it was good to see them step up and take on some of R's typical chores. A day camp is in the plans for next week and a sleepover with their best buddy Snowman has been on the request list for a little while now.
And with that, I've reached the back corner of my brain, found only more dog hair (surprise!) and some little rambling thoughts skittering around for today.