It’s a Small Life After All
The Floydfest dust has settled. It’s too overcast to go the pool. I don’t feel like doing much because I didn’t get enough sleep last night after a storm knocked the power out, causing me to remember the movie Wait Until Dark and imagine that a prowler knew I was home alone, cut my electric lines and was wanting to get inside.
But the sun comes up the next day, regardless, and the chickens start squawking to get out of the coop early. It’s the first of a couple of days I have with no agenda, no need to even go to town. It’s a day where the extent of excitement is vacuuming the hard-to-reach corner where my dresser and my husband’s bureau meet (after planning to do it for week) and getting a step closer to harvesting potatoes (I found the right bucket).
I admired the toadstools and mushrooms in the woods on the walk to the mailbox and noticed that the purple iron weed is out nearly a month early. I tried not to be distracted by the chickens, as I read my mail on the lounge chair back in the yard. But they came around to see if I had treats and then started climbing up on the picnic table. After they lined-up on the seating as if they were waiting to be served, I had to get my camera.
What ever happened to Efrem Zimbalist Jr. (along with Audrey Hepburn, also in Wait Until Dark) and how did he come by such an unusual name, unchanged by Hollywood? It’s a day for pondering things like that and for hoping that the second part of Ken Burns PBS special on Mark Twain is on TV tonight.
August 7th, 2012 10:03 am
Efram Zimbalist Jr.’s father was a world famous Violinist—, so no name change would have been required since his father, Zimbalist Sr. was so very well known, (as was his mother, Opera singer Alma Gluck—also world famous….)
I think he is still alive and lives in Santa Barbara, CA. His daughter Stephanie Zimbalist has had a lovely acting career, as well.
Audrey Hepburn is dead….dying much too young, at 64, I believe, of cancer!
LOVE those Chickens…! How nice that you have a few days of unscheduled time….Enjoy, my dear, Enjoy!
August 7th, 2012 10:06 am
I looked him up and learned or re-learned his history. I think the wikipedia said he was 94 and that he has been a spiritual seeker all his life and once practiced TM. I do love biographies. Are you watching the Ken Burns documentary on Mark Twain?
August 7th, 2012 10:39 am
No agenda is the perfect kind of day! Those chickens are cute up on the table. 🙂
August 7th, 2012 11:05 am
Nice reading your life out there:) Seems peaceful…dropping by from OWT
August 7th, 2012 11:21 am
Next thing you know, they’ll be in the hammock!
August 7th, 2012 1:41 pm
You would be a very interesting person to sit with on the porch and watch the grass grow. You think of such unusual questions. LOL
August 7th, 2012 2:21 pm
Lovely post, great to read your story.
August 7th, 2012 4:28 pm
I always love the idea of a lovely day with nothing planned but then end up getting depressed and wallow around doing nothing.
August 7th, 2012 6:31 pm
I need a day like this! Love the write up and the picture as usual, oh and you! xo
August 7th, 2012 8:49 pm
I think I want to see that movie — it sounds deliciously scary!
Ahhhhh, a day with no agenda. That’s Saturdays this summer. But only Saturdays. Okay Sundays too because I let my hubby go to church whilst I sleep in.
I want a life of no agendas. And chickens wanting treats. 🙂 Actually, I have cats wanting treats. And lots of snuggles.
Happy belated and now-over Floyd-Fest.
xoxo
August 7th, 2012 8:58 pm
Sounds like a good way to start – no agenda. Like the chickens on the picnic table!
August 7th, 2012 10:10 pm
That is the cutest picture!
August 7th, 2012 11:39 pm
I remember how terrified I was during that movie. Wasn’t that nice of “Old Old Lady of the Hills” to answer your questions? i was curious too 🙂 Loved following you about your perfectly aimless day, and really smiled at those comical hens.
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