A few months back we purchased a passel of chickens and one rooster, promptly named Diablo. Diablo, at this point, is allowed to live with all the hens. I am currently campaigning to separate him from the hens because I believe he is messing with their hormones in ways only a male can. We’ve had 3 hens sitting on at least twenty eggs for months now…and they’re not hatching. And the gestation period is twenty-one days. Sorry hen-ladies, but your eggs are duds. I truly believe having a male around is tinkering with their natural instincts and then proceeding to mess up my intake of eggs. Buh-bye, Diablo.
I’ve slowly reacclimated to life back in the real world since our vacation. It was very difficult for me to come home from possibly the best vacation of my life. My fantasy – to spend the summer on Mackinac Island. Maybe one day! I can honestly say my (grown) children traveled better than they ever have before and made the trip so special.
So school starts soon…and I’m being honest, I’m not ready. Of course I’ll miss summer break but it’s more. I’ll miss the freedom to eat lunch anywhere I choose. Freedom to go to the bathroom at any given moment. Freedom to read or write or just sit with my dog in my lap at my whim. I’ll miss my Chacos (I’m still trying to figure out what I can wear them with to work). I’ll miss the quiet. And too, I’m missing my students from last year. I worry over which teacher they’ll have this next year, and I’m secretly wishing I could have them all back (I tend to get a little attached and I’m sure my new kiddos will help fill the holes left by last years children quickly). Mostly, I’ll miss the pace…the ability to stop and breathe and just cherish each moment for what it is. Sigh…buh-bye, summer.