On 01.02.02, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. Too late for surgery, I had chemotherapy, which failed. In May the chemotherapy was changed and I was soon in remission which was celebrated and welcome and lasted nine years - until October 2011. There was progression in 2011 so more treatment was indicated and I am now back in partial remission. But I'm not only a cancer patient - I also enjoy my family, walk my dogs and am learning to draw and paint. Life is good!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

One-egg day

I'm still working my way through my accordion folded sketchbook, determined to complete two each month (15 pages each -- but I already told you how I streamline the effort by using some of the pages in non-drawing ways). What's really good about it is that I always know that a new book is right around the corner, just 15 days, 15 days, I can keep drawing for 15 days... So far, it's working!

Yesterday there were two eggs but today there was only one. Either someone is on strike or maybe Rosie is simply recalibrating. Hens don't typically lay at night, but with their 25-hour cycles they have to skip an occasional day to get back on track and avoid the night. These girls are so incredibly complicated!

I worked outside a bit today. I dug up and re-gridded and replanted a 4x4 square foot frame. I thought I had too many plants -- a mixture of flowers and veggies -- but it turned out that I need to buy more to finish the project. I am determined to keep this one bed looking great forever, all twelve months, just by working one square foot at a time.

The last step was to soak everything I had planted so, while I was at it, I hosed down the chicken coop. Everything I've read says that avoiding disease is mostly about sanitation so I want to make that a weekend chore. Rocket was pecking at my leg while I was working. She either liked things the way they were or wanted to get back home and I was in her way or was communicating something else I wasn't understanding. Peck, peck, peck - Youngest Daughter won't collect the eggs because the hens peck at her when she enters their space. Unfortunately, we don't speak Hen-ese.


  1. I have just spent time looking through your bllog and it is lovely. I love the characters on your cars and the tales of your hens. I would love hens but have a dog a cat and a neighbour that hates birds of any sort and would probably report me to the council. I get your thoughts on dying before your time. I would be so angry if I wee to leave this planet before my time. Luckily I am in good health and I appreciate that so much. Its my family who are ill although not terminal thankfully. I love the links to other posts and could just sit and keep jumping around your rblog randomly.

  2. Hi Jill -- Welcome to my blog and thank you for commenting. I didn't know I wanted to have chickens until our city council changed the local ordinance a few years ago and that put the thought in my mind. Chickens are a lot of fun, require minimal care and are quiet (except for roosters, which are still illegal here).

    As for the side bar full of other people's blogs - I do exactly as you did - I pick a bunch and read through them each day (not the whole list!) and I'm always finding new ones. There are so many interesting people in the blogosphere!


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