Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Late last night, I closed the comments on yesterday’s post. The whole point of being pro-choice is just that. My choice as to what I can do with my body. Your choice, as well. One comment was judgmental and, in a moment in time when emotions are understandably running high, we don’t need that. I do my best to make this a safe place.

Anyway – years ago I gave up debating this subject with anyone who holds an opposing view. It’s fruitless. While I respect those views, I draw the line at someone imposing them on me, and I really draw the line at the government/courts legislating what should be a personal choice.

Really? We can’t tell you to wear a mask but you can tell me what I can and can’t do with my body? Shove it.

So we won’t debate this here. I am not going to get into it other than what I just wrote, as I spent most of the day yesterday working outside for hours in order to fight off the anxiety I was feeling. And yes, the rage, which I had to work through during the course of the day.

That’s why I had her by my side in the morning:

I went to the nursery and purchased some more plants for my pots, then came back home and potted for hours, walking back and forth with plants and heavy pots, lugging a heavy bag of potting soil, sweeping the porch and the shed floor. Then Don and I mowed the front lawn because it had grown by leaps and bounds and we have rain today and Friday. It would have been that much harder to mow later in the week. By the end of the day, I’d worked up a sweat and had a lot of exercise. I’d flushed out the emotional toxins. Then I took a nap.

I’m also using the Calm app, by the way. I’ve been using it daily for about two weeks and it really helps me meditate. That helped enormously.

By the way, we spoke to our neighbor while we were mowing. Mr. Pickens, the rooster, just fell over one day and died. She doesn’t know if it was a heart attack or something he ate, but he died of natural causes and not from the attack of a predator. We miss his loony call, unlike any other rooster I’ve ever heard. He really protected the other chickens. We were very fond of him.

Rest in Peace, Mr. P.

We’re taking it easy today.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.