Ellen Million (ellenmillion) wrote,
Ellen Million

I feel tremendously tremendous.

"No bag," I told the man at Justa Store. I always say that, if there's just one item. But I regretted it, walking into the parking lot with a 6-pack of Budweiser. I mean... Budweiser. "It's for a recipe!" I wanted to protest. "Don't judge me!"

I covered it with my coat when I got into my car.

I got home and harassed some forest chickens (spruce grouse) who were very confused by my imitations. There were 8 or 12 of them at the end of our driveway, and I wish I had a camera so I could show you pictures of how very comical they are. Maybe a video camera, really.

I put a chicken (a real one, from the store) in the oven over the embarrassing beer, and made bread, which is rising now.

I like coming home. Jake gives me a kiss and helps me with bread. Velcro follows me around. Norway smells the pug smell on my feet and leans against me to be petted. It's a good home to come home to. I love it here.

I'm feeling very content. I've made a tremendous decision. I don't know exactly how it's going to play out yet, but I'm confident it was the right one, no matter what happens. It maybe should have been made last year, but last year I hadn't found the option that I found this year... so, I'm feeling a little as if everything is happening in its natural order, as it should be.

That's a very nice feeling to have.
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