My dear friend Susan asked me this week when I was going to update my website and I said WHAT? because it had totally fallen off my radar.
Ain't the first time and probably ain't going to be the last! Now that I am in my 50's, it seems some days I don't even remember what radar is. Or I get distracted.
Speaking of which, I own a mug that says: "Before you count your chickens, ask yourself--Do I even own chickens?"
Thankfully I own 44 chickens, among them girls named Sophie, Henrietta, Peanut, Sunshine and Canfield...and boys named Chatterbox, Rudy (he's pictured below), and Pretty Boy. What was I writing about? Oh, distractions...
Back to the Costa website and the reason I'm blogging. Life at Costa has been blissfully predictable and stable. Spring came and went. Summer and tourists came and went. Autumn is in the process of coming...and going.
I lost my bid for Worcester County Commissioner. I tied with my opponent 216-216 in the primary, (first time in the state of Maryland, goodness grapes) and in the state of MD the law states the local Central Committee gets to choose. in their infinite wisdom the Republican Central Committee in my county chose the other guy. Suffice to say I believe the best candidate was (and continues to be) a fiesty red-hed who operates her own boutique winery and owns chickens named Henrietta and Rudy...But I also believe everything happens for a reason. The reason might be I need to run for a different office? Hmmmm...maybe I'll make a bid for President of the Turnip Society of America. Or maybe the Chairperson of the Crazy Chicken Lady Consortium. Or maybe...
Nah, my political aspirations are over. I'm spending more time in my chicken coops. Chickens have more sense than most politicans except maybe for my brother. He's on a Republican Central Committee near Cincinnati and has lotsa common sense. I wonder if he'd let me hold my first meeting of the Crazy Chicken Lady Consortium in his district?