I used to have 4 chooks. Now there is only 3. Very sad... and I blame myself. And of course the brainless bird who ran underneath my foot. And here is how her (Lucy or Sam???) demise came about:
She ran at me as I carried the food scraps out, and I accidentally stepped on her feet. Ouch. Her feet became swollen. She could not perch any more. She became listless, her comb drooped, she tipped over with the slightest touch. Eventually, one morning, she was found lifeless. I was very sad. I had prayed for that bird, coaxed it to eat, worried over it each morning (was she still alive?) and each evening (did she make it back to the cage, or do I have to search for her?).
By I can't change my blog address now. I'll just have to get another chook.
After accidentally putting my camera through a wash cycle, and therefore destroying it, I received a new one today for Christmas.
I thought I would start by posting some photos of our new dog Rocket. He is adorable. He loves attention (doesn't everybody!). He makes it his business to disturb anyone who is trying to watch television.
After a while it is not such an adorable trait.
So, now that I have a new camera I will be able to post lots of photos of the house, and Christmas, and the holidays...
One of the last big jobs in our renovations has begun - the laying of the new floor downstairs.
We have chosen a relatively new product on the market. It is a bamboo floating floor, and it is covering all the miss matched pieces of flooring that have resulted from previous additions to the house, and the holes and patches resulting from the removal of walls during the past 5 months.
We chose bamboo because is solid (14mm thick), it is hard/durable (equivalent to a hardwood floor), and it is a sustainable product.
Having the floor laid today has forced me upstairs to read. A luxury!
This week I have taken some LSL (4 days) and have painted for 22 hours over the past two days in a desperate attempt to finish before the floor arrived. I almost succeeded. Just trims and a few touch-ups needed now.
I love shoes. I love my shoes. But sometimes I forget that I own a certain pair. (Some would argue I have too many. I wouldn't know - I have not counted them.) Recently I photographed some of them and filed them away in transparent shoe boxes. I then attached a photo of them to the outside of the box, so now I can't forget what I own, and it makes the task of choosing the right shoe for the right occasion a little easier.