I think I've created a monster!DH & I got all the straw out of the coop yesterday, got it completely scrubbed down& got the sand in it. It looks amazing in there, like a giant zen garden. If the birds weren't therapeutic enough on their own, now I can take my DD's mini rake out there & comb soothing designs in the sand.
I saw that post with the album cover (van ? somebody ?) I didn't know who he was, but it must've triggered the 60's-70's station in my head. All day I was singing this weird mash up of songs I haven't heard since I was a kid. It sounded like....
Comin' into London from over the boarder,
Flyin' in a big airliner,
(blah, blah, blah, blah I don't know the words...)
Could we ever feel much finer?
I'm not 'fraid of dying & I don't really care,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
& all I ask of dying is to go naturally,
go naturally, here I go...
Comin' into Los An-ge-les,
Bringin' in a couple of ki's,
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mr. customs man.
And when I die,
And when I'm dead, dead & gone,
They'll be one child born in this world to carry on, carry on.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the chickens gonna run to him.....
Yes, in my head is a very strange & confusing place to be.
