We’re mostly moved to the house in Dunnellon now. In some ways, I feel I have traded one set of stress factors for another. Instead of worrying about rent money and the craptacularly high electric bill, I’m worried about coming up with gas money to drive back and forth to Gainesville every day. Eventually, we’ll get caught up on it. But right now? I’m not going to lie – it’s like a small miracle every time I find a $10 bill wadded up somewhere that can be used for gas money. The power was cut off at the old place today, which will make cleaning the place more difficult. It’s already pretty much hell going over there, because even after setting off three bug foggers, the fleas are relentless. I walk in, and within minutes, I’m covered. I’ll find them on me HOURS later, at work, at home, in the car… Proof positive that God, if He exists, is either a douche bag or not all-powerful and all-knowing.
I actually LIKE the drive to and from work, though. It takes about an hour. It’s peaceful, even when I’m driving kids with me for school. It’s also like playing the lottery – you never know what you’re going to see on the road.
Last week, I decided to make an extra trip to take stuff home on Friday. When I was almost home, on the Levy County highway right near the back of the housing development where we live (and right by Goethe State Forest), a peacock ran across the road.
I’ve also seen many squirrels, bunnies, some deer, we saw an unusual wild turkey later the same day, and one morning, I *think* I saw a skunk crossing right in front of me. It didn’t have the tell-tale white stripe, but it was black and fluffy and about that size, and I am glad I didn’t hit it, just in case.
We drove through some huge puddles two nights ago, and yesterday?
We had a bit of a detour. There was a semi overturned, blocking one of the Highways we take, and we had to turn around. Our detour took us down a dirt road. Yee haw! The real fun, though, was when we were back on a paved road.
Yes, that is a cow meandering down the road. The oncoming truck and the golf cart were both trying to herd said cow and bring her home.
Green Acres, we are here.
The chickens are growing, too. We now have fourteen.
If the bigger ones are starting to look crowded, never fear – they can all fly out of their bin now, and wander freely around the storage room in which they are being kept. We’ll have some serious cleaning to do when we move them outside.
They are all still quite friendly – they like to perch on our shoulders, and come greet us when we walk in the room. But if they don’t want to be caught, they are quite fast.
My daughter has named one of the little Rhode Island Reds “Torchic” and will probably be buying her a chicken diaper so that she can sleep inside her bedroom at night. Yes, these chickens are being treated like pets. Food-producing (eggs, at some point…) pets, but pets nonetheless. All fourteen of them.
We also picked up a stowaway toad. So now our numbers are back up: five humans, three ferrets, a guinea pig, two turtles, a frog, a toad, and fourteen chickens.
When and if we ever get caught up on the bills, we’re going to get Nigerian Dwarf goats, or some other tiny and adorable goats who will make our lawn mower completely obsolete.
The chickens will take care of pest control. No fleas allowed!