Sunday, April 19, 2009
I stand at the kitchen window cutting strawberries for shortcake. The window is open and a breeze flutters in. Last week it snowed. Today it was eighty degrees.
A train bellows from tracks below. The whistle reverberates off the butte and carries me away. I wonder what goods the train is hauling, where is it going and how many vagabonds are along for the ride.
My husband is in the driveway building on our chicken coop; an in progress Poulet Palace. He's not had to work on his own ... friends and neighbors lent tools and helping hands. Those are some lucky chickens.
I continue to have heart palpitations and wore a holter monitor over the weekend. I'll turn it in tomorrow and then wait for results. I'm nervous about what they will find. Whatever they do find I will deal with ... I have no alternative. In the meantime life is good.