The Wayfaring Wordhack

 Two years ago today, we were holding baby ducklings:


Today, one of our hens, Lacey, is hatching out her second clutch of eggs this year:

I've listened to this more than once today.  

She has such a forlorn look on her face at 1:50 when she sings, "I didn't ask to be born; I don't think that I'll ask to die."



Summery video, but fall is fading fast here and winter temperatures are at last flirting with our evenings if not our days.  I guess I better post some autumn photos before it is too late.

Blazing oranges, yellows, and crimsons are not the only colors of fall:

Thanks to a comment by asakiyume, I remembered some more of what I wanted to post.  My brain disappointed me by not forking over the info without an external prompt.

3.  I have a very morbid mind. Every time I'm walking or riding my bike in a wooded area and come across bits of clothing or shoes, I always imagine there is a murder victim nearby. The worst is when the articles belong to children.  I try to stop myself--and have gotten better the past couple of weeks because there are a lot of lost/discarded clothes*--but I always have to do a quick search to make sure there really isn't an undiscovered corpse in the bushes or beneath the ferns. I don't want to find a dead body, but I always think it would be better to find it and alert the authorities, who can contact the family and end their agonizing over the Unknown.

4. Some people name packrat** tendencies "having a magpie mind." A magpie mind is poetic and evokes lovely images for me, but I can't claim to have one because I don't just collect the shiny. No, I'm more like the rat, packing things--any and everything--away for its someday potential. That is why I've decided to collect the dryer lint that no one else can be bothered to take from the machine.***  There are lots of things you can do with dryer lint.  I may end up giving it to the birds, but at least I'll feel like I'm doing something useful with it, transforming my irritation at people's sloth into positive action.

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* To date, I've seen not only expected things like gloves, hats, scarves, but a rubber boot, jackets, sweaters, socks, button-down shirt, pants, a skirt...

* Actually, packrats collect shiny stuff, too. :P

***I'm still appalled at how beastly people act when they are living in a community. I'm not the world's neatest person, but you can bet your bottom dollar that as soon as I'm part of a collective, I make an effort!  Not so for a lot of the others residing here. I can't believe they are so thoughtless with their own property in their own homes; yet here, they feel free to leave things a mess and disregard anyone else's needs, comfort, or safety. Very bizarre.

Re: the music I was listening to while making this post, Soëlie started doing her bobbing baby dance when the Pearl Jam song came on.  It took me back to the days when I was a little girl, sitting with my mom, grandmother, and eldest sister in said sister's room, listening to the version of  Last Kiss by J. Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers.  I loved to cry to that song.  In looking up a YouTube link, I found a Spanish version that reminded me of my first trip to Jaurez on a mission trip to an orphanage when I heard some then-popular USA song on the radio playing in Spanish. It opened my teenage mind to the way things cross borders--not just food!--and cultures appropriate and transform them for their own.  And it is not just USA entertainment exported elsewhere. Did you know the Schwarzenegger film True Lies was a French film first?  One without all the over-the-top effects. :P 

 Let me put that another way:

At the hospital, I'm going to have a CD player in the preparation and birthing rooms and can bring my own music.  I'm feeling at a loss to think of what I would want to listen to while in labor.  So, what do you guys and gals listen to when you want to relax or feel good vibes?

Any recommendations?

 What song should come up on iTunes as I hit post?  

Azure-Te (Paris Blues) by Frank Sinatra.

Gotta be a sign.

Just got a CD that I've been waiting on for a month now by an artist Julien and I discovered at one of the markets I attended (to sell my jewelry).  It's "The Pirate's Gospel" by Alela Diane, and I'm in love.

Check her out!

And I, when I finish the last song, shall go out on my bicycle, with her music in my mind, and take pictures of sundry and varied subjects around Petite Terre because I have to show you what my Christmas toy is capable of...