PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: I Don't Do Circles!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

I Don't Do Circles!

Just when I find someone whose blog I might want to read after an interesting comment, I cannot read. Why do I have to join a circle? I want to read Mama. bonnie or Bonnie.mama, but I cannot. Why?

I have to join a stupid circle. (Nothing personal Bonnie.)

What is a circle? I don't mean a round thing. I mean a Circle. Is this like a kumbaya circle? Traffic circle? The circle of Life? Nope, not joining a circle no matter how interesting you are. Why are you in a circle?

Is this like an exclusive club? I am shut out? Well, la ti da to you, too!

Are we circling to fight off Indians that we antagonized in the first place? Somebody tell me. Everybody tell me. Maybe then I will get it.

Is it another arm of social media? Gaaaah! Help! I refuse to twitter. I barely go to facebook. Oh, I bet it has a sign-in every time I want to read something. No thanks! It's probably hard to get out of after I have spilled my guts with all my personal information. Will it be linked to facebook because someone needs another bazillion friends? Bet so! Can you believe "bazillion" did not get a red line under it?

You got a circle you want to rope me into joining? Well, just lasso me and throw me in. Do not make me sign up for one more thing. Help!

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MikeAugust 14, 2014 at 5:03 PM
Sounds like the Google Plus 'circle of friends'. You know? Google Plus? The social plug in that failed miserably. I don't think it beat My Space. ;)
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CoffeypotAugust 14, 2014 at 5:09 PM
A circle is a round thing, connected with no end.
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Elephant's ChildAugust 14, 2014 at 5:12 PM
Social media is badly named. I suspect that people spend so much time on it that it replaces their social life - says the dinosaur who doesn't play twitter and isn't on FB.
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CherdoAugust 14, 2014 at 10:15 PM
FIGHT THE PUSHY CIRCLE, LINDA!!
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SueAugust 15, 2014 at 4:37 AM
I don't Twitter, Facebook, any of it. And yet.........I'm still HAPPY.
Hahahhahahahaha!
I always think of sheep when I see these "exclusive' clubs.
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Okay, hoping the annoyances have gone away.

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Fancy is my favorite hen. She is one of the three youngest hens I adopted. Because she is so gentle and friendly, she may be the one I rescued when she was being pecked to death after she could no longer stand. She got to live in the house in a box. Sometimes, I let her sit in my lap while she was convalescing. Now, she comes to sit in the swing with me, cuddling up to my body like a cat or dog. She died in February 2012.

Fancy follows me begging, complaining, needing me to do for her. She talks to me in various voices. She allows me to pick her up and carry her. When she became an adult, her head was a darker red and her body was light brown. Around her neck were tips of black feathers. It appeared she had a necklace of jet around her neck. When I showed this characteristic to a friend, he said, "Oh, you have fancy chickens and plain chickens."

Chessie has a broken toe. I broke it! She had a habit of jumping really high and almost sticking. A raccoon ate her in October 2009.

Thelma is the blonde. She is also the largest hen and the alpha hen. I suspect the gigantic eggs are from her. She often squats and presents herself to me. She is top hen, but I suspect she knows she had better be deferent to top feeder of the flock--me.

Louise is the auburn-feathered hen. She looks like the true Rhode Island Reds in pictures. She is almost as large as Thelma. Some days I suspect she is trying to be top chicken. When I got Pepper, I found out Louise is the Alpha hen.

Pepper came here from the same home as the first four. We were discussing putting red pepper on their food, wondering if it really would increase egg production. Pepper is the only name we agreed on. She is terrorized each day by Louise. Even after the worst was over, she was and is still filled with terror and very wary.

Linda is owned by four hens. They allow her to fetch for them. She loves them dearly, so she allows them to boss her around. Linda comes out in the rain to perform chores for them and make sure they have food and water. She begs scraps from all sorts of places to make sure they have fresh fruits and vegetables.

Parsimony is not a vegetable

Parsimony is extreme care in spending money. Stick around and learn about my random thoughts on accomplishing goals economically--dumpster diving aka safari, gleaning, do-it-yourself, sewing tips, recipes, and whatever is happening in my life.

Okay so maybe "parsimony" is not your thing. How about thrift, frugality or just plain saving money? I try not to go the tightwad route as that seems to imply others will suffer from my habits.

Some of my not-spending habits have very much been a part of my lifelong habits. Other habits are newly acquired and are an extension of my lifelong not-spending habits.

I am very imaginative when it comes to substituting or making instead of buying. I will tell you about making a heater for the chickens' water. Not one dime was spent since I had everything I needed right in my basement.

Practicality must rear its head alongside parsimony. For example, I will use the dryer in bad weather or because of allergies in the spring. But, I will not wash clothes in a tub as long as I have a washing machine or can find one.

You may hear more about my four Rhode Island Red hens than you care to hear. They lay delicious brown eggs.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

I Don't Do Circles!

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