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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


Dead Cow

Remember when I picked up that chicken on the side of the road? Well, it turned our to be a little bantam rooster. The picture I posted is NOT the chicken I picked up. I posted that photo because it’s a white chicken I used to have and I couldn’t find my camera.

After asking all my kids, “Have you seen my camera?” and having them looking at me like I was doing some African tongue clicking I gave up looking for it. Several days later I found my camera in my oldest son’s room during one of my hormone induced rages over how much laundry can one person produce!


He’s still alive, but avoiding eye contact with me. But if he ever puts another clean shirt and by clean I mean folded-clean-straight from the dryer shirt into the dirty clothes because he’s too lazy to put IT IN A DRAWER….I AM GOING TO RIP ALL THE FLESH FROM HIM AND THEN HOSE HIM DOWN WITH RUBBING ALCOHOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem, ahem, whew. Getting that upset over laundry. Who knew it was possible?

Anyway, where was I. Oh right. So, no picture of the new little rooster.

I also can’t show you a picture of the dead cow. Although I don’t actually think I would have posted a picture of a dead cow. Would I? Well. Maybe. I don’t know, because I DIDN’T HAVE MY CAMERA!!!!

Ahem, ahem, phew, this post is really quite liberating.

Okay, back to the cow.

The cow died on top of the hay she was eating. Every time I went to my kitchen sink, which is like every five minutes, I looked out my dining room window…..dead cow. I watched as her legs got stiffer and her belly more bloated and, well she was the dead cow out my window for two days.

When the guy came to pick her up my boys were sitting out on the porch eating apples. When the truck started lifting her up in the air I watch my boys eyes get wide and they froze eating their apples in mid bite.

It’s not every day that you get to see a dead cow hoisted twenty feet in the air and slung in the back of a dump truck. That’s a sight I won’t be forgetting any time soon.

I guess I didn’t really need my camera to document that event anyway. But, son, I swear if you touch my camera again and if it ends up in the laundry, I am going to…………

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