* My friend lives! I hadn't exactly planned to update the blog but I know y'all worry. She's feeling rather sluggish and "blah" but her gums aren't pale, her heartrate is within normal limits, and she isn't short of breath so while her H&H probably took a hit based on what she's seen, there's no reason to think she's in any great danger. Best of all, she's having less pain with swallowing than yesterday, so things appear to be healing in there. She's hoping she's dodged the bullet and that this will heal up nicely and not need any sort of intervention at all, but just getting through the weekend without an emergency is a wonderful thing in and of itself and she's grateful for that.
* The poultry drama continues as Hotter and I make some tough calls on who stays and who goes. We're going to be limited to twelve birds, total, which means that Hotter's and my differences in how we view livestock (namely that they're more pets and individuals to him and more mouths to feed/utility critters to me) have gone from "amusing" to "causing some friction." The ducks in particular have become a bone of contention, in that I think keeping the pair that's bonded and sending the two extra girlducks (who seem to have more a relationship of necessity than a true pair bond, like prison-spouses) to The Wrath is reasonable and Hotter wants to keep them all. I wouldn't have a problem with that if it weren't for the twelve-bird limit, but we really don't use that many duck eggs, so...yeah. We're already keeping a lot of non-laying birds because of the turkeys and Hotter's beloved silver-laced Wyandottes (who don't yet lay). Ugh!
* I read something on a blog the other day that really rankled me. I'm not going to say whose or give a link because I refuse to propagate blog-drama, but the general gist of it was that someone was blagging (using their blog to brag about their life) and, along with a lot of uber-materialistic hokum that didn't bother me a bit (I'm not a particularly covetous person when it comes to Things Material, although I do envy those of you who have Kitchen Aid mixers) they blagged at length about their children. The way they're able to afford to give their kids lots of things I can't give mine did smart a tiny bit, but the line that really stuck in my craw (ha! Like that pill! Oh haha!) was something to the effect of "my kids don't have special needs!" I'm kind of conflicted about getting my hackles up there, because if none of my children had any special needs I guess I might privately include that in the things about my life I was grateful for, but...well, I don't know that I'd blag about it openly. If your children don't have any special needs then hey, that's great for them and for you, but...it's not like that's a measure of your success in life. With the exception of things like FAS and prenatal drug exposure, a child's having special needs isn't usually indicative of their parents' mistakes or misdeeds. It just...is what it is. I'm not sure exactly why it bothered me so much to read that line in a blog that's in the "trainwrecks" section of my reader anyway (oh don't act like you don't have blogs you read solely because they make you feel better about your own life...I at least own my schadenfreude), and I certainly don't wish any special needs upon the blaggart-in-question's children or anything mean like that. But that line has stayed with me. I guess maybe I ought to take that one out of my reader...
* This certainly has turned into a mishmash of pissing and moaning, hasn't it? To make up for that, at least in part, here is a picture that I am extremely proud of: