This has been the most amazing summer ever in terms of getting stuff done. I haven’t stopped! It’s like someone has put some sort of super-enhancer inside my brain and body making me capable of magnificent feats of accomplishment. Just yesterday I woke up, watched the chickens, took photos of the chickens, took a few videos of the chickens, gave the chickens treats, went out and bought melons for the chickens, took MORE photos of the chickens, sat and watched the chickens … WITH FRIENDS … told the friends to leave because they were cutting into my chicken achievements, watched the chickens some more, hand fed the chickens, picked up the baby chicks and told them their porn names, took videos of the chickens and practiced a few selfies with the chickens.
And I also gave great thought to showering which took up at least 40 seconds of my allotted chicken time. So that was a waste. In the end I decided against showering.
Clearly, I don’t want you to think that you could also accomplish this sort of a jam packed day. I mean, I’m me, and you’re you. If you were to say to me, “Hey Karen. I think I could to that too.”, I would say to you, “That’s cute. No, you couldn’t.” And then I would walk away, towards my chicken coop, with the kind of swagger only someone with 6 baby chicks (or a purple muscle car with flames on the side) could have.
It takes a lot of commitment and endurance to do what I do on any given day and you can’t hold yourself up to me as an example. It will just lead to disappointment in yourself and probably therapy. Or cocaine use. And don’t fool yourself into thinking cocaine use is the cheaper option of the two, because you have to factor in the cost of all those tiny spoons and rehab a few years down the road.
So here, I have for you the fruits of my hard labour. The result of my endless dedication to the observation of my 6 new chicks.
I give you … Be Happy.
2 day old chicks. A thousand pounds of happiness wrapped up in 40 grams of feathers.
Have a good weekend!