Monday, January 28, 2008

more something than a wet hen

I'm glad our chickens are still alive this morning, considering the ice that blew sideways and almost non-stop last night. They have a nice, sturdy hen house, but it couldn't have been too warm in there. For some reason, those hens strike me as the most delicate creatures here at Casa Brackett, but maybe that's not the case. They do have built-in down jackets, after all, and they have survived some fairly dramatic events in their not-quite-one year of life.

I sat up in the middle of the night (awakened by the tic-tic-tic of ice on the windows, no doubt) and realized the room was swimming. I don't feel sick, but there's some inner-ear thing going on, messing with my equilibrium. When I finally got to sleep again, I dreamed of boogie boarding, which is one of my all-time favorite things to do (except when a rogue wave overtakes me, turns me upside-down and scrapes my face on the bottom of the ocean/fills my breathing apparatus (apparati?) up with salt water, which happened once at Santa Monica many years ago). Other than that, body surfing is the best. Unfortunately, in my dream, I was lacking a board and didn't have much time to find one since the sun was going down. Sounds a little ominous.

The kids have yet another snow day today, which means they might not actually get a summer vacation in 2008 considering all the snow days we're going to have to make up at the end of the school year. No matter. Summer is a completely abstract concept at this point anyway.

Let's see...what other random tidbit might I blog about today? Oh, the husband and I watched "We Were Soldiers" last night. He'd seen it, I hadn't. Mel Gibson's Texas accent aside, it was a good movie as far as Vietnam flicks go, but talk about a buzz kill. (Then again, I'm not sure most Vietnam flicks are intended to make a person feel all warm and squooshy inside). All I know is this: The man owes me a chick flick evening BIG time.

7 comments:

  1. Hope you are feeling better. Nothing like the feeling of being inside a tornado.

    Glad the hens survived Mother Nature. We poor folk in Michigan have been experiencing nasty, below zero temperatures. Something we haven't been used to in the past few years. As I rescue hedgehogs and raise them, it has been difficult keeping it warm enough for them. It has to be at least 70 degrees or warmer or they will go into hibernation and in African Pygmy Hedgehos, this can be fatal. It is worth the trouble though. They are wonderful creatures.

    Jane

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  2. Maybe you can write a note to Al Gore, asking him to return his Prize.

    I suspect "airways" or "lungs" are a better choice than "breathing apparatus (?apparati)" will ever be. Communication, like generals and war, is too important to be left to you writers alone. Just doing my job as a reader, ma'am.

    Glad you liked We Were Soldiers Once and Young. It's a pretty good story. They skipped over the medical aspects of the battle in the movie. If you ever are looking for some real medical stuff on Vietnam, for a story that is, try 12,20 & 5 A Doctor's Year in Vietnam by John A Parrish M.D. The numbers refer to types of wounded coming in and the last number are the dead, which he admits to hoping by the end of the year that the last number is high, because he doesn't have to do anything for them. He is brutally honest.

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  3. Okay, Jane. Wait just a cotton picking minute. I'm sorry, but did you say you rescue HEDGEhogs? African PYMGMY Hedgehogs? Is there really a need for African Pygmy Hedgehog rescue in Michigan? I think you've just made my week.

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  4. Ken: First of all, thank you for reminding me of the importance of word economy. I tend to achieve a critical mass of unnecessary obfuscation sometimes.

    Second, I may or may not have the stomach for hard core medical accounts of the wounded and dead of that war or any. I did, however, buy a well dog-eared and paperclipped volume of "Scientific Evidence in Criminal Cases" at the Novato Goodwill in 2006. It's chock-full of gory photos, which I thought at the time might come in handy in my fiction someday.

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  5. But you're not a photo-journalist. Wait, I forgot about your blog. Never mind.

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  6. Um, yes, I have African Pygmy hedgies. Twelve of them. Some are rescued and yes, there is a need for a rescue. As a matter of fact, it is a fairly big thing in the states. My first hedgie was a rescue and she had been abused by a local petstore. Because hedgies ball up when frightened, the stupid kid working at the petshop threw her against the wall just for kicks. A customer caught him doing it and reported him. To make a long story short, I belong to a small animal rescue and found out about it and took Burrburry in. I have never regreted it and they are wonderful animals. I am very proud of the work we do for these tiny creatures.
    Jane

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  7. Jane, I applaud that pet store customer for having the restraint to not throw that employee against the wall. Hedgehogs are completely adorable, but I had no idea there were African Pygmy hedgehogs. They sound completely cute. Good for you for working to help those little guys out!
    :-)

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