I returned home mid-afternoon and realised the chickens' water places were hot from the weather. I turned on the tap, let the warm water from the hose run free and when cold mains goodness arrived filled the outside red tub in the garden where the chicks were to roam and the main pen water stations.The adult chickens, now into the main pen, enjoyed the new water.
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I'd gone days without having a go at my face. Upon first waking, sleep-fogged and fresh from school-based nightmare—which made a nice change—I had a go at the scar ridge. It was three minutes before I caught myself and in spite of being half-asleep forced me to the bathroom to re-apply cream and a dressing.I returned to bed and woke two hours later. I had a shower and a re-dressed the site.So it was just three minutes and it was the first fumble in several days.
I'd forgotten to leave the chicks' hutch open and it was dusk. Four were roosted on the hutch roof and two were in the narrow space between the hutch and shed.The roof-based ones were sleepy enough for me to pluck them then put them in. With a long green rod I waved the other two to head in the direction of the open door. It took two minutes with one doing a full 360 of the outside before it finally went in.It was nice to pick them up and not have them be scared.
In Oz we have a bunch of dangerous fauna best represented by our spiders, snakes and stingrays. As I was riding the exercise bike a small spider crawled across the bike's LCD.
It's one of my favourite bits from The Island by Lano and Woodley. I use "Take that into your backface" all the time. (hat doffed)
I have OCPD. It means I view the world through a prism others do not and that means their perception of reality is different to mine.Except, that it's not. People who are depressed and or have OCPD are all too aware of reality; it's what drives them.
I'm certain of the first and I think the second is accurate but in the space of two days those were personalised licence plates I saw in Canberra.If they were ever in a collision then on the accident report where licence plates are recorded would be HEL BEL and MOUSE. I wonder who hit who? Was it MOUSE into HEL BEL or HEL BEL into MOUSE? Either way, it's hell's bells for the mouse.
I'd come into the shed fresh from showering elsewhere and I'd not put cream on my face and a dressing since getting home.I saw the remains of the last tube, put in here for moments like this, went to it and doused the fuck out of the area. Then I put a band-aid on.That was thewife's idea—to have the remains of the old tube here for just in case and it saved me from a possible lapse into facial mutilation where I pick at the scar ridge on my cheek.Not this time.
Like any city Canberra has to maintain its urban shared spaces such as pavements, paths, parks and signage.
I am middle-aged man and was born with a body not quite right. That last bit meant a hip replacement at 39 and a life of difficulty moving without pain.I am losing bits of me.