Rhode Island was in a mean mindset today… clucking and barking at everyone. I think she’s annoyed that big kahuna is back in town, so she’s not as big a fish in the pond anymore. (how many animal cliches can I fit in one sentence?) She made Newbie cry at one point, and it seems like all of the hens were in prime noise making form. Being home tonight is a blessing… quiet, and no meanies or petty stuff happening. There’s something in the air outside, and I’m perfectly happy to be walled up like Fortunato in a catacomb, gibbering about a cask of Amontillado. (as long as Ol’ Newt and my Sweetie come to visit now and again.)
Good side of today.. a bit of synchronicity. I got some foil-wrapped chocolate coins from Kahuna… she brought them back, in a cardboard box shaped like a slot machine. They’re pretty high quality dark chocolate, too! (They’d better be… 6 coins are 5 ww points, by my reckoning.)
Also, Bird Poop Art.
Rhode Island was in a mean mindset today… clucking and barking at everyone. I think she’s annoyed that big kahuna is back in town, so she’s not as big a fish in the pond anymore. (how many animal cliches can I fit in one sentence?) She made Newbie cry at one point, and it seems like all of the hens were in prime noise making form. Being home tonight is a blessing… quiet, and no meanies or petty stuff happening. There’s something in the air outside, and I’m perfectly happy to be walled up like Fortunato in a catacomb, gibbering about a cask of Amontillado. (as long as Ol’ Newt and my Sweetie come to visit now and again.)
Good side of today.. a bit of synchronicity. I got some foil-wrapped chocolate coins from Kahuna… she brought them back, in a cardboard box shaped like a slot machine. They’re pretty high quality dark chocolate, too! (They’d better be… 6 coins are 5 ww points, by my reckoning.)
Also, Bird Poop Art.
Morning again, the dawn of a new day. Tuesday. Howdy, Journal!
Sammy’s father came by, and emptied the rest of number two. I’m now alone in this collection of apartments… this is the last populated cell of a formerly busy little hive. I’ve seen people come and go in all of the homes in miniature here. It must’ve had some effect on my dreams last night… I thought Frankie was outside my door, talking loudly to some visitors.. they were waiting for a ride, and I guess that they gave his old home address for a pickup. It was like three in the morning, and I dreamt that I called the police on them for trespassing and disturbing the peace. The recurring theme of Newt getting out then I opened the door occurred, too, but he was retrieved quickly.
feel free to elaborate in the comments!
Random Newt Pic! The rarely-captured “fierce-look.”
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Rhode Island was in a mean mindset today… clucking and barking at everyone. I think she’s annoyed that big kahuna is back in town, so she’s not as big a fish in the pond anymore. (how many animal cliches can I fit in one sentence?) She made Newbie cry at one point, and it seems like all of the hens were in prime noise making form. Being home tonight is a blessing… quiet, and no meanies or petty stuff happening. There’s something in the air outside, and I’m perfectly happy to be walled up like Fortunato in a catacomb, gibbering about a cask of Amontillado. (as long as Ol’ Newt and my Sweetie come to visit now and again.)