To Err Is Human; To Edit, Divine *Grammarly
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Hi... I've been thinking. Yes, it's very strange, isn't it? These are some things I wanted to share with you, based on events I'm experiencing in my day-to-day life. I'll try not to complicate it. It's simple what I'm here to say. Take it easy.
This is my participation in the weekend initiative proposed by Galenkp. We'll see where all this takes me at the end.
It turns out that yesterday, after taking my nap... No, rather I was in the middle of my nap, when I heard my name yelled outside. It was the neighbour at the back of my house, the owner of the hens and roosters that live happily in my backyard.
I came out all doughy. You know, half asleep, like spaghetti. My slanting eyes were more slanting than usual. I could hardly see her because I was bothered by the light. She was there to tell me that the hen had hatched it's chicks. I told you about the hen and the eggs in my yard in this post.
In that moment, I wondered how she knew that, if the hen was hidden, practically, in a place where all the grass and leaves from the mowing of my backyard go. Well, she knew because her son was on the dividing wall, the back wall that I had built and that separates the two houses... he was up there, looking at my backyard, and well, the location that her hen had chosen to have its offspring.
It's normal to be interested in the hen. But here I think several things are very wrong. The first thing is that they have their own yard and they should take care that their hens don't come to live in mine. Another thing that I think is wrong is that he climbs on my wall to look into my yard. This obviously shows a lack of education and boundaries, while I feel that I have no privacy and that the wall doesn't really work. I spent a lot of money to build it and it doesn't work. 🙄
Another issue that comes out of all this, is that in the quadrant of my yard, dedicated to leaves and weeds decomposing naturally, there were rods, cans, barbed wire, and sacks that I didn't dump there. I took the opportunity to make it clear to them that this was not a rubbish dump, and that they should not dump their rubbish there, and I explained in detail what I was using the space for.
Fortunately, she understood and while her son was removing all that waste, she blamed a man, who I don't know how they are related, but, according to what she said, was the one who was building the chicken coop or whatever he built, which apparently doesn't serve any purpose either.
Ouch... breathe nanixxx. 😣
I feel overwhelmed writing this, but I know I have to be patient. The chicks were there helpless without their mum and full of lice. I think two of them died. He pulled about four of them out in a bucket, and there was one that was lost inside the mountain of dry leaves and it was chirping so loudly, poor thing, but we couldn't find it. I felt anguish. The neighbour was also distressed and said it was as if we were saving someone who was trapped under the rubble after an earthquake and no matter how loudly she screamed we couldn't find him.
Observe and think how many feelings were involved in this event that I began to live unexpectedly, in an afternoon in which I had only planned as possible to take a nap, to then do the housework missing and between cabbage and cabbage, to bring forward some pending work, besides being aware of the cryptocurrency market and its flow (... bullish?), read the publications of my favourite hivians and finally also dedicate a little time to myself, watching a movie, listening to music or simply not thinking about anything at all.
So many different feelings. I was upset - I had been woken up from my nap. I was upset - boundaries don't work. I was annoyed - my neighbours had no consideration for me by dumping their rubbish in my yard. And at the same time there I was helping to rescue those poor unhappy chicks... distraught.
Now, when I think about it, I don't think it was noticeable how upset I was. It didn't show, although I raised the subject of the rubbish and told her that I had had chickens, but I gave them away because as well as having little time to look after them, they ate all I planted. Between the lines, I suggested that she pick up her chickens and make sure they weren't in my yard, right?
In the midst of all this, what was noticeable was my distress for the abandoned little creatures. Thank the Universe, the little chirper emerged from the mountain of dry leaves and was saved.
Now I will go to bed thinking of a loving plan so that all this lack of limits and consideration will not affect me, and wishing already fulfilled that with the light of dawn the perfect gear will be activated that will bring good and joy to all involved in this event.
This is how I like to flow. 😉
Making plans for each day is very good, although I can't always fully comply with them, they at least serve as a guide. But even better is planning our reactions and actions peacefully for our well-being and for everyone around us.
What do you think about it?
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