Day 111 social distancing during a global pandemic. I live with the goats and
chickens now. Dusting, laundry, and scrubbing pans got old, fast. So I packed my
bedroll and bandanas, and moved in with the flock and herd. Being closer to the
garden, I am in tune with the sprouts, the pumpkins turning gold, the potatoes
in the earth. The hens have their roost, and as I am not staking any claim
there, they, so far, have not objected to me tucking in. The goats and I are
thinking of starting a trio, singing folk tunes, and songs of protest. None of
us can carry a tune, but we are soulful, and that has to count for something!
If Ada is going to continue nibbling at my hair, sampling my skirt, I might have to
construct a top bunk for myself. Also, the wifi is sketchy out here, and I'll
only be able to take cold showers, from the hose.
I think moving out was a bold choice.
It's been about 42 minutes. Tasha is feeling creative differences, and
she's shirking rehearsals. The chickens noticed I am out of snacks. They're
eyeing me suspiciously.
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