A Walk Through Deb's Life

By debsthoughts

View from Within the Chicken Tractor

Horrendous day. It happens. Spam was sent to everyone in my Yahoo address book. It was apparently an ad for Viagra. Nice. How does one handle such technical faux pas? Certainly not by contacting Yahoo! via telephone. They prefer not to take calls I guess. It's not their fault, is it? It's not my fault, is it? Who's fault is it? Who should really apologize? I feel the urge to do so, but then it seems silly since it wasn't actually a mistake or even an accident. It is similar to fraud isn't it?

Hot bath. After partially escaping the sounds of demolition at my house, something I am fully ready to ask forgiveness for - please, forgive me for wanting to remove old, rotting, deteriorated siding...please give me a moment of peaceful silence, and please stop updating me on the rising cost of repairs, I moved my precious flock outside for a few hours into their fancy future home in the chicken tractor. And then I plopped myself down to watch them for a while. This is a very zen thing to do, you see. Then periodically checking on the McAfee full system scan to see if I've been plagued by the unthinkable, I dragged my weary self out to pull acres of weeds from around my veggies. I managed to put up the tomato cages, mulch around my potatoes, and weed around my peas, which were reaching out to climb said weeds. Ugh. Must stake them tomorrow or else. It sounds like drudgery, but it is again, zen-like. So, you see, I've actually been taking very good care of myself <she repeats to herself before herself forgets.

It was the two dozen mosquito bites followed by a hot Big Fat Soap Body Oil bath, that really helped.

Good night dear blip friends...soon I will catch up with each of you.

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