Silly rules

Got out of my car this morning and said “Damn! Now I have to go up the stairs when I go home.” In an effort to get more exercise into my life I’ve been making silly rules. I park in a parking structure at work, and usually end up on the fourth level. Rule number one – Take the stairs down. Rule number two – if I park on the second or third level, I have to take the stairs up at the end of the day. Rule number three – All Etsy shipments must be hand-carried to the post office. Rule number four – All house and garden work is aerobic if you do it fast enough – speed it up. Besides, you get more done in less time that way. I’m not sure that it’s the rules or just the feeling of running out of time that’s making the difference, but I do feel like I’m making a little more progress these day. Except for those days when I break all my rules.

No more chickens

After more than a year our homeowners association finally caught on to the fact that we have chickens and made us get rid of them. Fortunately, that process was about as painless as it could be. I put an ad on Craig’s list and found a home for them the next day. In talking to the people in advance and since they took them, I think they found a good home. Some of the responses I got were more “I’m looking for a chicken dinner” than “I’m looking to keep hens for eggs.”

I’m very torn. Half of me misses them a lot. They were silly and great fun to watch. It was interesting to observe their social nature. The other half of me is doing a little happy dance. I can take the netting off of my garden, so that I will actually be able to garden and I will be able to plant whatever I want where ever I want. All the great plants that I just resigned myself to losing or hid behind netting can come back again. My greenery loving self is very happy to be able to indulge in its addiction.