Despite a generous dose of ruminant therapy primarily involving Bill Withers who couldn’t get enough and kept nudging me for more love, I am in mourning. We lost yet another turkey, Jessica the Narragansett hen, this time to coyotes and, with the exception of indoor Zorro, we are down to three turkeys from our original eight. Whether from fear or boredom, the two remaining hens stay parked in their laying boxes and only venture out to eat and drink. Rubius, our only tom, stays in the pen of misfit fowl and, although he is a good boy, he exhibits none of the personality his former mates did. Yup, it’s pretty lonely and boring in turkeydom.
Also, I finished “The Deathly Hallows.” It was the best book of the seven; I loved it. Yet now, I have no more Harry Potter books to anticipate reading, no more Hogwarts, no more magical spells. I miss them already. With the book freshly read, the characters and lingo keep popping in my head. If I could make just one spell work, it would be turgio; it’s a cleaning charm. How wonderful would it be to just point my wand (which I don’t possess) at the floor, walls, dishes, laundry, etc. and cry “turgio!” and all would be sparkling. If only such a thing was possible.
The third contribution to Lauren’s Land of Mourning is the end of the Tour de France. Despite the scandals that plagued this year’s tour, we thoroughly enjoyed it and looked forward to watching it every day. Our three weeks of placing bets on stage winners with one another is no more. Another thing to look forward to is over. Sob.
All these things happened in a 24 hour period, hence my mourning. I am working on pulling myself out of the abyss which I have fallen into but washing and folding neglected loads upon loads of laundry don’t do much for my overall sense of well-being.
On a brighter note, something snapped and I am finally making progress on the Meem’s lily of the valley shawl from Lacestyle. I might not have yet mastered lace but I am queen of the nupp. For those of you who do not know, a nupp is created by making five stitches out of one and then purling those stitches together on the following row. Not quite a bobble yet more than a bump, it enhances the texture of the pattern.
Sorry to be such a downer. I told myself I wouldn’t post if I was in one of my funks. Yesterday’s lack of post was due to this but I am who I am. You all surely know this by now.