I took Wendy for a little walk last evening after dinner. On our way home I noticed a deer walking down the road towards us, stopping now and then to graze. I decided to stand still and see what would happen. Wendy cooperated by lying down next to my feet. The deer kept coming and basically walked right up to us. I don't know what the story is with the tag on its ear. Wendy stayed calm the whole time. I think she may have wondered why it didn't ask to play. Apologies for the poor photo quality. I took the photo with my iphone and it was dusk. It seemed worth sharing nevertheless.
Every time I look at this blog I think about how I need to write a follow up post about the rooster...what to call it..fiasco? tragedy? trauma? learning experience? Although I sounded glib in that old post we felt really bad about the roosters, me especially. I was glad that they were gone since it had been so awful, mainly for the chickens, having them around, but I was not glad that they were dead. I feel sad remembering them. Surprising as this may seem I think of them fairly often. On the positive side the whole experience cleared up my longstanding ambivalence about whether to eat chicken or not. I don't. It's over. Same with fish. Done. Same with consuming dairy products- done with that too. This change has been surprisingly easy, a non-event for the most part- also a relief in this odd way that I never would have expected. It's as if by freeing other beings from being eaten by me I have freed something in myself. It's a nice way to live.
We still have the chickens (five) and I'm at ease with this, at least for now. They seem content, roam pretty freely except at night when we close them up in the coop for their own safety. We have a lot of racoons and coyotes around who'd make quick work of them- it's happened on a couple of occasions when we've relaxed our vigilance. Occasionally I'll eat something made with one of their eggs but if they stopped laying that would be fine with me too. They're pretty and fun to watch, plus they help out by keeping the yard clear of ticks- good for the dogs and good for us.
Interesting how things change, eh? I surprise myself all the time.
Happy May Day! Weird how it feels more like June. It's in the 80s here and I'm indoors enjoying the cool of our well shaded house, having fled the afternoon heat. Still, the warmth and sun are overall a pleasure to have back. I'm being super bold and have ditched my compression sleeve for a few hours. For almost a year with the onset of lymphedema I have been wearing a sleeve during all my waking hours. Recently my arm has been feeling a bit better, leading me to think that I might be able to try going without the sleeve for periods of time under certain circumstances. We shall see. For starters I'm going to see how it goes if I go sleeveless during times when I'm just sitting around, reading or whatever. I'm always going to have to wear it when I'm using the arm, engaging in physical activity in warmer weather, or flying of course. It would be so nice not to have to wear a sleeve all the time. It's such a little thing but I just long for the freedom of sleevelessness- from the physical comfort perspective (I've always HATED restrictive clothing) and because I'm pretty vain. Obviously having the lymphedema has required me to suck it up. Finding compression garments that aren't hideous via Lymphedivas has been helpful. In addition to helping me look decent, and maybe even kind of cool in an artsy, punky sort of way (which conveniently suits me), it has freed me from having to go to the scary, creepy land of pinkdom that is the local, all-things-breast-cancer, supply store.