Today was kind of hard.
One of the kids left the chicken house open. It opens at the top. The poor kid, she didn’t mean to leave it open and she didn’t know that chickens can fly a little, or that they could climb up the perches to the top and jump out. And I’m sure she really didn’t know that an ordinary house dog like one of ours would kill a loose chicken if given the chance. She was devastated and it was just an accident. One chicken gone and another a little stressed out but otherwise unharmed.
I had to be an adult about all of this and it sucks to be an adult. Adults have to gather up the remains of the chicken and later explain why we could not bury it in the back yard where the dog would dig it up, even if we buried it very deep in the ground. I hate being an adult.
Later in the evening I found out about a friend who chose to bring his life to an end on his own terms, facing as he was a terminal diagnosis and treatment that was not working. I don’t question his decision nor his right to do as he did. I am just sad that it ended this way, sad for him to have to choose to go alone, sad for us left behind him. He was not a close friend but always a good one, an unforgettable man, and the world is poorer without him in it.
Hug your loved ones and be good to one another. Nothing else really matters.