Here turkey, turkey, turkey,

Poor little hybred turkeys don't even have a running chance. Too fat to fly, and not bright enought to hide in the windowless world they live in bill cut, toes cut to keep them from harming each other.

We didn't raise many turkeys, we had a few from time to time. Our farm was more of a zoo. Dad love to have a few of many different animals. A few sheep, a pig or two,a rabbit, guinia, a goat, He didn't require his livestock to be useful. As a child I was determined to tame them all. And I think I did a pretty good job.

Dad would buy 200 or so baby chicks in the spring. In the fall we would butcher the roosters and keep the hens for eggs. Dad would always leave a few roosters "to keep the hens happy" Chicken's when they sleep are clueless to the world. They like to be on a roost, but you could reach up and grab any one of them as they sleep. My feelings were if we had to eat the creatures we should at least give them a running chance. And I did. On butchering day the younger kids me included would run ourselves around in circles catching chickens with nothing more than a 6 gage wire with a hook at the end. The roosters would squalk like crazy. If you grabbed their heads and put them under their wings and gave then an around the world spin. They would be confused and sit calmly until their time came. I would ask the chicken forgiveness before putting a stick over they necks and yanking on their legs with everything I had. The idea was to pull and throw at the same time. think of a 5 year old child doing that. I was 10 but the size of a 5 year old. It wasn't always pretty but I got the job done.

So now I buy the big fat goofy turkey perferably with a done switch, put that baby in a baking bag (thanks god for inventors) and don't even have to think about the feathers.

how can I love people and hate crowds at the same time. I don't mind hellos but hate good-byes Mostly I just know I have to live within my confort zone. I can go to a wedding and be perfectly fine and then I'm not and I leave. but most that know me know I'll go when I'm ready and don't worry about where I've gone. Other days I can enjoy the time I spend. But fortunately at my age I can fly away and not worry about it.

Thanksgiving is one of those holidays. Lets pack up and go to the families for the day. Not good for me. No way out if I'm not confortable.

We all live within our limits. I just hope people understand that it isn't something they do or don't do. It is just my world.

Speaking of Turkeys - My classroom has been intersting. New student in Oct. turned my fruit's basket upside down. I've about got in to where I can think and next month I get another new student. but the year is almost half over and I've got one more year to be skinny before my 50th birthday.

I miss making pies. I miss making bread. I didn't do either this year. I'm not a good pie maker but it is such good therapy. Making bread makes me feel like I'm connected. the problem is I like sour dough bread and you have to start and feed it for a week before you make it. dump it in a bread maker isn't the same.


Maybe I'll start some sour dough started today. My grandmother would boil potatoes smash them and add a quart glass of starter to the pan. The next morning she would dip out a quart jar of started for the next time. She would then make 13 loaves of bread.


I would dump 2 tablespoons of dry potatoes and 1/2 cup surga in and leave it over night and remove one cup in the moring to make my bread. ok so I cheated a little but I wouldn't beable to bake ina wood stove anyway.