scattered bits

Back from up north, where the temperature has been highly swingy. Summery-warm when I got here, and frost the last couple of nights. Seems unusual for, you know, JUNE. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, there was still four feet of snow on the ground up until six weeks ago.

It's definitely spring according to the free-ranging fowl. At last count there are:

• Two adult geese
  
• Eight two-month-old teenaged geese
  
• Four few-days-old goslings
  
• Six adult ducks
  
• Six month-old teenaged ducks
  
• Ten? week-old ducklings
  
• Twelve? few-days-old ducklings
  
• Nine? chickens
  
• And who knows how many chicks and ducks yet to hatch

There's a lot of cheeping from the yard outside, is what I'm saying. We warned Hazard-cat away from the ducklings early on, and since then he and Whiskey-cat have expressed no interest in any of the fuzzyraptors.

I stayed up there for a little over two weeks, this time. That feels about right. Enough time for rough spots to crop up and settle out, enough time to start to feel like I belong, I think. Enough time to start to work out some of what's going on with me when I'm up here, why it is that aspects of me start to shut down and why I find it harder to take care of myself. Enough time to miss home, and people.

And now I'm back, and have been to yoga which wiped me out. I'm happy to be home and in my space, and I miss Erin and the cats. This all seems appropriate.


... and maybe now I can have some slightly more regular updates.