Oh, it’s been a hard January. Don’t even get me started. Not only has the weather been totally sucky, but menopause just isn’t the fun you’d expect it to be. Hot flashes are mildly amusing when they happen to someone else, but when it’s you going 2 1/2 months without sleep, it ain’t so funny anymore. It’s true what they say about sleep deprivation as a torture—I’d admit to anything to be able to sleep again. I’m on meds, and it’s getting better. Enough said.
Visitors to our farm like to spend time standing in front of the chicken house door. The chicken house isn’t a separate building, but an 8 by 16 foot enclosed room inside our barn. The chickens spend the morning there so they’ll lay eggs in the right places, then can roam freely in the afternoon. But of course, since it’s been -20 and snowy, they only roam inside the barn.
Chickens and eggs are, to many people, pretty funny, and proof of this is on the chicken house door. Here’s the door: (There are three cartoons on the door…but why are there only 2 in this photo? I’m clueless.)
A fourth one went up the other day, but I don’t have the gumption to crawl out to the barn and photograph it.
Our fridge is covered with sheep, chicken, and dog cartoons. Gary Larsen’s The Far Side is our favorite. He has some great shearing cartoons (who knew shearing could be so amusing?) which I’ll share next time. Right now I gotta get some sleep…
Oh, and if I haven’t covered enough topics in this post, here’s another: I like to write about writing and books and being an author and meeting readers, etc, and none of this fits into Farm Tales. So in a burst of creative insanity (I mean, energy) I’ve started another blog called The Inkslinger. Scroll up to my profile, and you’ll find The Inkslinger under my list of blogs.
Okay, now I’m going to get some sleep….