It’s been four weeks since Molly died. I miss her every single day.

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She’s gone.

This is the text message I sent to my family and some friends who knew what was going on last Tuesday. I couldn’t bear to say more.  My heart was broken, my best friend was gone.  She’s gone, my Molly.

I still think I see her in the house. Out of the corner of my eye, sitting on her spot on the couch, waiting by my feet in the kitchen, hoping for a dropped carrot or piece of cucumber.  The sound of the side door unlocking makes my chest hurt.  This was the sound of letting Molly out in the morning.  I had to choke back sobs last week when I dropped a bowl of chopped cauliflower on the floor.  No one would be there to to pick up my dropped messes in the kitchen again.

She’s gone.

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On Christmas Eve, before we left for dinner at my mother-in-laws, I thought it would be nice to have a family portrait in front of the tree.

I set up the tripod, tested the remote, then hopped in next to Luke for a picture.

Only Luke couldn’t get the remote to work for him, so our pictures came out like this.

OK, that’s better, but then the fluffy one was getting antsy.

Oh well… We hope you had a very Merry Christmas and a Christmas Eve as picturesque and ridiculous as this one.


Wow, it’s been so long that I actually need to give you a month-long recap.  Sheesh! I do need to get here more often, don’t I? Without further ado, what the heck have I been up to?

Well the beginning of April wasn’t much more than a blur of workworkworkworkwork, but it ended on a high note with two weekends of parties.  The first, being Alex’s 6th birthday (SIX! How can these kids be getting so old?), and the second, Easter brunch at my aunt’s house.

The weather was beautiful and my Grandma even came out to visit, so it was a perfect day.

The following weekend was Luke’s annual canoe trip down the Wilimantic River with Roland.  They lucked out and got another perfect day of beautiful weather.

Here’s the whole crowd of crazies before they headed out.  Very manly, wouldn’t you say?  After they left I headed home and napped and watched the chickens hang out with the cat.  It’s a strange flock I have.

Right after I took this picture I caught two of them standing on the deck next to the cat while she lay there in the sun.  I think it was these two. They just look like troublemakers, don’t they?

In the afternoon I went to pick up Luke and Roland at the landing spot where we all have a celebratory barbecue, happy in the fact that everyone made it down the river in one piece.

There were three adorable, young dogs there who wanted to play with Molly, but my old lady just kept gnoring them and giving me the “Come on, I’m tired. Let’s go home.” look.  Kind of like this:

The weekend after that, Alex finally got his wish.  For, hmm…let me think…FOREVER, Alex has been asking whenever he sees me “Auntie Lisa, when can we sleep over and see your chickens and get their eggs?”  So Cameron and Alex had their first overnight at my house.  It was fun, although I think a little underwhelming for them.  After all the buildup, they were kind of like, oh. Eggs. Big deal. But still, a sleepover is always fun and it was followed by a gorgeous day for Saturday morning baseball.

(And Angry Birds.)

And the most awesome, couldn’t have cast him better myself, retired drill sergeant, turned gruff but caring pee-wee baseball coach.

He told the kids that they all needed to drink water and wear sunscreen to baseball, and that they all had to behave because tomorrow wasn’t just Sunday, it was Mother’s Day.  He was the best.

We left practice and started our super-cheap Groupon afternoon.  I had a Groupon for Moe’s, so the boys and I headed there for lunch (which cost me a whopping $0.50) then headed out to the Elmwood Pastry Shop to redeem my Groupon for a dozen of the best cupcakes on the planet.  We ran next door to Rita’s to use the restroom and I considered making it a three-Groupon day since I had one for Rita’s, but I checked and it wasn’t valid at that location.  Shucks.  We headed home from there to watch a movie and get the house ready for the next day, which, to quote a wise man, wasn’t just Sunday, it was Mother’s Day.

The moms all came over and I made a delicious ham dinner which I really can’t take credit for because someone else smoked it, I just heated it up.  But still, yum.  Look at how cute my mom and sister are.  Seriously.  I’m sorry I look half-naked in this picture – it was hot in the kitchen and I think I may have been starting to catch a spring cold.

And I think that about catches up up to the present.  The chickens are doing well, exploring the yard every day and eating plenty of bugs.  They suddenly remembered that they loved the taste of Hosta and ate every one of mine down to the ground, but the hummingbirds returned last weekend and my little Magnolia tree is blooming, so all is right with the world.

This weekend I have no plans, although I think I may need to take a trip to the garden center to find some chicken-proof replacements for the Hosta-shaped holes in the landscaping.   Monday I’m taking the day off to go shopping in Westport with my mom and sister, so far May is looking pretty good.  So tell me, what have you been up to?

Cooped Up

There are a million and one reasons that I haven’t updated in a long, long time, most having to do with me being too lazy, but I do have one good reason for being too busy to blog.  We were taking this:

Turning it into this:

And filling it with these:

That’s right, WE HAVE CHICKENS! It only took about ten years for me to wear Luke down enough so he’d agree to get them.  Someone else who lives here thinks they’re pretty exciting, too:

She lays under the coop and stares into the pen at them.  It’s very cute, if not slightly annoying.  She also circles the coop when they’re inside and tries to peek in the windows. She wants so desperately to play with them.

And by “them” I mean our six new baby girls.  They’re all about 13-weeks old now, a mix of breeds (Ameraucana and Orpington, from what I can tell), and they’re cute as could be.

They’re still babies so we’ve had to teach them to climb a ramp and go in the coop for the night (their other home had them in cages, not coops).  We’ll go out to put them in for the night and they’ll be sleeping in a little chicken heap outside.  It’s very sweet.  Teaching them to sleep on roosts will be next. About four weeks from now the real excitement begins – they should start laying eggs. I can’t wait.  I think I’m almost as excited as Molly.

Ya Mar

Since I can’t seem to let go of last week’s vacation, allow me to reminisce about one particularly gorgeous day we spent paddling on Jurovaty Pond (or Bishop Swamp, as it is technically called, but to us it’s Jurovaty Pond.)  The day was beautiful, the sun was shining, and Molly was incredibly bored.  Sorry for the occasionally shaky camera, I have to work on my panning-while-paddling skills.  The music is “Ya Mar” by Leo Kottke and Mike Gordon.  Click on the picture below to watch it on YouTube.