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#7 - Sunday 7 on a Monday now

So a friend posted on FB that she was looking for a home for three chicks. Okay. Her friend is giving them away for free. Okay. I ask about the birds, nothing.

On Mondays I do an egg run in Burbank so I contact the guy and I swing buy the house to collect the chicks.

They are not chicks - they are 4 month old roosters. Three of them. Terrified and looking incredibly ratty. I take them though I don’t need three roosters. Regardless, I can give them a better life here at least for awhile.

I talk to the guy and he admits he knew they were roosters. He’d killed the rest of the birds. All the chicks he’d been given on Craigslist were roosters. He didn’t know how to process the meat so they didn’t age it or brine it and ihis wife overcooked it — it was like shoe leather. The birds are tiny at 4 months so it would be like eating a leather Cornsh Game hen.

He was embarrassed, he needed to get the rooster out of his yard or to eat them, but that had not gone well and the neighbors were complaining about the crowing. Roosters are not allowed in in his city.

I put them in a pen and will hold them there for a couple of weeks before introducing them to the rest of the flock. I feel for them, they are sweet enough boys but shaking with fear. They can chill in the pen for a bit and get their bearings. They were okay with me petting them tonight, I hope they will be friendly tomorrow. I don’t know what breed they are. Pretty enough.

I’m hoping that they will get along together in the pen.

#5 - Sunday 7

I went to see the movie Chef on Saturday. I didn’t know anything about it . I didn’t know who was in it or what to expect. I loved it. It wasn’t realistic, but I loved it anyway.

  • I like that Jon Favreau makes “every man” sexy and lovable
  • The food looked AMAZING and was beautifully lit
  • Sofia Vergara is stunning, man the camera loves her
  • I like the choices they made not to play for the easy answer when they could have — being robbed, not having a permit, car trouble, etc…)

#4 - Sunday 7

I have two Pyrenees mixes - Bella and Maya.

Bella is aloof, she’s all about ‘her job’. If I call her to me, she will come dutifully and let me pet her for a minute but then go back to whatever she was doing.

Maya is her sister a year younger - she is a total love bug. If I’m laying on the couch, she will come join me, put her paws around my neck and lay her face along my neck. Like she’s hugging me. I’ve never had a dog that does this before. I adore this about her.

Abandoned Victorian Style Greenhouse, Villa Maria, in northern Italy near Lake Como. Photo taken in 1985 by Friedhelm Thomas

I’d love to live here - how fabulous is this place? Plus greenhouse. Plus villa. Plus Italy. Plus Lake Como. Plus the hudreds of thousands of euros it would take to get it back to its former glory. But what great bones.

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BABY’S FIRST DUST BATH

My first video! I put a saucer of dirt in with a bunch of my day old chicks to see what they would do. Here they are…just being chicks. I love that dirt bathing is hard wired - these chicks have never seen a grown hen, it’s just instinct.

Highlight of my weekend…it’s the little things (and these guys are tiny!)

Random Facts & Shit in my Head

  • I’ve worked about 6 minutes all day to day, and I don’t care - well maybe I do care since I mentioned it, Wahteves…I’ll make it up this weekend - I’m looking forward to designing unimpeded with bad television running on the background.* *Good TV is a distraction.

  • My friend Tom still eats fish every Friday even though he has not been remotely Catholic in any other way during the 20 years I’ve known him

  • I received a random message from a guy I don’t know on  FB just now reading - “You must not be working today — I’m on a bus!” Curious how the two are linked — even remotely.

  • I’m friends with the Mexican cleaning lady here — she’s awesome and smart and funny. Her name is Connie, but today when she bought eggs from me the name on her checks is Hilda. o_0?

  • People are still wishing me a Happy Birthday a week after the event, is that a FB thing I should be doing this as well? It just seems odd to me. Like giving EVERYONE in 1st grade a Valentine. Of course, these are the same people, so there is that…

  • I had a simple salad for lunch that was figs, arugula and shaved Parm, with prosciutto a little balsamic — it was absolutely delicious with balanced flavors and just the right amount of salt. Reminded me that things don’t need to be complicated to be great.

  • An asshole when given the opportunity to be a mensch or an asshole will often stay the course. I find that curious.

  • I posted some new work on my portfolio-ish site Qdesigninc and though it’s behind this site, and has like 12 followers - the point being that it’s a place to show my work if someone needs to see it, still I’m disappointed that no one comments or likes my work. Ego, schmego

  • So Wednesday, I was at home and Ideal Hatchery was running a “Get em’ while they last”! chick special - .95 cents for m/f crapshoot and $1.50 for females. I fell for it like a ton of bricks. 30 chicks arrived today. Booyah! BTW, I need new chicks like another flippin’ hole in my head. Like someone saying cute kittens, here take all 11 we’ll throw in a can of food — and going for it cuz, can of food!
FIVE FOR FRIDAY
You know when you wake up and think Friday, Woot! Let the weekend begin and there is joy in your heart and maybe the salt labels will be finished and won’t it be a great day?
Then the post office calls your cell to tell you the baby chicks have arrived but you don’t get the message as you don’t have cell service at your house and you are waiting for the house phone to ring, and when it doesn’t you call them…and give them an earful…
And you are that awful pissy customer on the phone and then have to mea culpa the post office worker with fresh eggs when you realize all your self-righteousness was bullshit? But the baby chicks are darling and all are okay so the day seems redeemable though now you are über late leaving for work?
And as you walk out the door a client calls and he’s going on vacation with the programmer for a job you are designing and the programmer who is a dick was being replaced but as the client will be on vacation with him, and doesn’t want to have a bad time so he keeps the programmer on board and now you have to deal with this pompous ass and his suck-ass attitude?
And on your way to the freeway there’s a delay as 30 firefighting trucks and all the emergency gear rigs + a couple of helicopters are blocking the canyon doing a dry run in full gear to prep for the eventuality of a real brush fire?
And while this is a good thing, it’s an inconvenient thing too?
So you get on the freeway finally and the police pull up behind you and flash their lights. And it’s that policeman from the movies with the goofy hat and the dark glasses who has had his sense of humor removed through his ass and you know you are sunk before he even gets out of the car even though you aren’t sure why he’s stopping you? And you are sunk plus he gives you a 20 minute lecture on the danger of driving fast?
But you arrive at work and at least there’s parking now as everyone has gone to lunch, and when you start up your computer you get a notice reminding you that you have lunch plans with an old friend in 10 minutes so you give up the great parking space to take off again…?
And when you return from lunch — which you were treated to as it was your birthday recently — and the day again looks redeemable even though you’ve barely started working, and then the client calls and fires you from the job as the programmer has found another designer and while you did quit the job back on Tuesday and were begged to stay on, now that you are being cut loos, it’s a pride thing and you feel like the loser you were as a kid all over again…
Yah, that. All of that with a cherry on top.
But when you get back to your desk - the salt labels have arrived and despite it all, damn they turned out well.
So, Friday - woot?! Sigh
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FIVE FOR FRIDAY

You know when you wake up and think Friday, Woot! Let the weekend begin and there is joy in your heart and maybe the salt labels will be finished and won’t it be a great day?

Then the post office calls your cell to tell you the baby chicks have arrived but you don’t get the message as you don’t have cell service at your house and you are waiting for the house phone to ring, and when it doesn’t you call them…and give them an earful…

And you are that awful pissy customer on the phone and then have to mea culpa the post office worker with fresh eggs when you realize all your self-righteousness was bullshit? But the baby chicks are darling and all are okay so the day seems redeemable though now you are über late leaving for work?

And as you walk out the door a client calls and he’s going on vacation with the programmer for a job you are designing and the programmer who is a dick was being replaced but as the client will be on vacation with him, and doesn’t want to have a bad time so he keeps the programmer on board and now you have to deal with this pompous ass and his suck-ass attitude?

And on your way to the freeway there’s a delay as 30 firefighting trucks and all the emergency gear rigs + a couple of helicopters are blocking the canyon doing a dry run in full gear to prep for the eventuality of a real brush fire?

And while this is a good thing, it’s an inconvenient thing too?

So you get on the freeway finally and the police pull up behind you and flash their lights. And it’s that policeman from the movies with the goofy hat and the dark glasses who has had his sense of humor removed through his ass and you know you are sunk before he even gets out of the car even though you aren’t sure why he’s stopping you? And you are sunk plus he gives you a 20 minute lecture on the danger of driving fast?

But you arrive at work and at least there’s parking now as everyone has gone to lunch, and when you start up your computer you get a notice reminding you that you have lunch plans with an old friend in 10 minutes so you give up the great parking space to take off again…?

And when you return from lunch — which you were treated to as it was your birthday recently — and the day again looks redeemable even though you’ve barely started working, and then the client calls and fires you from the job as the programmer has found another designer and while you did quit the job back on Tuesday and were begged to stay on, now that you are being cut loos, it’s a pride thing and you feel like the loser you were as a kid all over again…

Yah, that. All of that with a cherry on top.

But when you get back to your desk - the salt labels have arrived and despite it all, damn they turned out well.

So, Friday - woot?! Sigh

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