First of all, I learned for a fact, if my husband puts one more piece of wood in that woodstove today I may very well become a widow. My neighbors are going to think Sweeney Todd is here.
I also learned: If you stop at a random stranger's house just because they have chicken-like creatures in their yard and ask about feathers, they will definitely think you are insane. They will also watch you as you drive out of their yard making sure you are not randomly plucking feathers from their chicken-like creatures. I did ask if there might be some that would have just fallen out and he looked at me like I was nuts and said chickens don't shed their feathers, they molt, and only in the fall. blah.blah.blah. How was I suppose to know that, I have never had a chicken, a python for a pet yes, but never a chicken. Tyson is the closest I came to that.
I learned: no matter how much you beg, no one is going to load the rifle so that you can shoot a crow. Like I can't shoot a gun, geez. I thought about driving around really fast and trying to hit one with my truck but I am sure the local police are going to frown on that if they see me. But who knows maybe they would shoot the crow for me. :O)
I learned that it has rained so much lately that the ducks have started flocking to the lake-size puddles in my yard. And yes they said no about shooting one of those too. We don't have any large water sources in the near area so where are the ducks coming from. Hmmm interesting. It must be a gift from someone knowing I need feathers.
I learned: that even as you get older walking in the mud in your bare feet feels good. Drawing a hopscotch layout on the table makes you want to find just the right rock. Cooking a big Sunday dinner always makes me miss my mom. Zagnut is still the best candy bar. And most of all, my friends may be right, I may need Ritalin.
I hope you are all having a safe and wonderful Memorial Day weekend.