Not so easy

There are people I know that I only have contact with on Facebook. I learned from a mutual acquaintance that one of these ladies lost her mom today. So very sad.

During my sadness yesterday night I listened to so much uplifting music, a very odd, eclectic mix. Pachabel Canon, Dixie Chicks, some music of the Muppets. I'm not a huge poster on Facebook, but still it was weird to not post about my lifting mood.  I do feel quite a lot better, although this day is beginning quite late as I had trouble falling asleep last night.

Facebook fast

 Facebook just had not been doing my heart any good lately. It feeds into my anxiety. It sucks my time. I read into things others post. It fuels anger that I need not have. I feel hurt and my expressing my hurt, even vaguely, seems to hurt others. Part of me wants to ditch it for good, to connect for real, with real people. There are a few people and communities though that are only accessible to me through Facebook and so I'll return, next week.

Oh it is so tempting. I'd like to sneak on, via one of my kids accounts, but that will not help anyone, least of all, me.

In the meantime, I'll be more intentional with my children. I love them so much, the center of my universe, part of my very soul. I'll take pictures of my chicken coop, in all its redneck scrap wood and truck cap glory. I'll get outside for a walk. I'll love. I'll pray.

Chicks

Pretty sure I dove in off the high board, into the deep end, without a plan. Such is life in our family.

Shortly after moving to North Carolina we discussed having a small family flock of chickens. The timing didn't seem right for awhile. Then after some light internet research I put the plans on hold. You see, an extended family member started raising chickens. I didn't have the energy to be accused, yet again, of only doing something in order to copy her. Sigh.

The idea began to carve a spot in my brain again this spring but nothing was set in motion yet when my eldest son attended a 4H session about embryology and chicks. I said yes to three fluffy critters who are supposed to be Ameraucaunas. In the past 20 hours I have since learned about the "controversy" whether they really are such or actually Easter Eggers.

We now have a heat lamp warming the former guinea pig cage, wood shavings, chick starter, and feeder, and lots of questions.

Next week is the oldest son's spring break. Time to start working on building a coop and run.

Hopefully, these chicks will be hens and not roos.

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