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After a brief and unexpected illness and hospitalization, my friend A’s husband died. The funeral was Friday. Seeing a traditional funeral and indoor reception drove home that we made the perfect choice for us to have dad’s memorial outdoors and casual. I’m not criticizing how A handled the situation--different folks, different strokes. But with this happening so soon (relatively speaking) after dad’s death, it was impossible not to have the two things get tangled up in my head.

For contrast from last week, at my first succulent club meeting post-surgery, my friends merely expressed happiness at having me back and satisfaction that I was back on my feet. No demands for information, no invasive comments. It was lovely.

The HR person at work fucked up in covering my medical insurance deductions while I was out on leave. Despite having the check I gave them for nearly two weeks, it wasn’t cashed early enough to be correctly applied to that pay period. So then my next pay stub had double deductions (in addition to the check having been cashed). It’s getting sorted out, my insurance is still active, it will be fine. But I was not exactly pleasant and understanding in my emails with HR, because this was an inexcusable dereliction.

More weird weather, with another burst of hail mid-week. Wild swings between 70 degrees and below freezing. Somehow, the fruit trees that are in bloom have *not* lost all their blossoms yet.

Lewisia: 3 new pieces written

Day job: 42.75 hours and I’m right back in the thick of our usual nonsense

Gardening: succulent club meeting

Reading: Return of the King audiobook, thus wrapping up the Serkis productions (there was so much that spoke to fragile hope in dark times, I spent much of my listening on the verge of tears)

Listening: MYTH: Side Two and MYTH: appendix by The Narcissist Cookbook (wonderfully creepy and melancholy and weird, this is the sort of eccentric project that just gets me feeling so inspired, like making things is really worth it)

Clock Mouse: 1285 words

Other: got our first duck egg of the season! 🦆
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
On New Year's Day, I took pictures of some of the creatures. I haven't posted pictures of the fucklings since they were still young, so. The current state of the flock:

Below the cut, click to embiggen )
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
LOOK WHAT MY BABIES MADE

Photos under the cut... )

(Well, one of them, anyway. The two others are presumably still content to show appreciation for their lavish lifestyle–of pool parties and all the mealworms they can eat–solely through the mediums of loud quacking and friendly nibbles.

Because yes, that is three shots of the same single duck egg in various states of cleanliness and artful arrangement. No, I have no idea which duck laid this. Nor do I know if it is as delicious as it is delightful, because I haven’t the heart to crack it just yet.)
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
The fucklings are 2.5 weeks old, deeply invested in biting everything they encounter, and intrigued by this thing you call a "pool." They would like to hear more.


Also, though you can't hear it on this video, their voices have started to change. I'm hearing the first slight croaking of proper quacks mixed in with the peeps.
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
a duckling with two smooth dark lines around her eyesa duckling with a dark dot by her beak and blurry linesa duckling with one smooth dark line but a barely-there line below that

Parfait
(left): the Bravest Duckling, future leader. Stands on tiptoe, because tol. Wants to be in the outside right now, thank you. Loves chest pets. Bites everything, but in a happy way?
 
Snickerdoodle (middle): began as bossiest, gnawing on others. Has made no friends at all with this method. Now gets pushed to the back of the group and is reconsidering her life choices.
 
Eclair (right): most timid to start. Now follows Parfait's example by nibbling everything. Is not impressed with your antics. Still believes snuggling down for a nap is the best choice.
 
I'm the only one who can tell them apart, even though their eye markings are a dead giveaway. They’re still too small to wear the color-coded leg bands we bought.
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
At long last, our ducklings have arrived! Three Rouen females, hatched on the 23rd. They are my flock of fucks. :D

three ducklings, dark brown with yellow markings, sitting in shavings around a red and white water dish

Rouen is technically considered a meat breed, but they're not horrible layers, and they tend to have mellow, pleasant personalities. (They will also be fat little battleships when fully grown.) That was our main priority, with eggs as a tasty bonus.

For now, they'll be living in a dog kennel in the office. Once they get big enough, though, they will move into Fort Fucks, which we are in the process of building. Please understand, we have between us: an incomplete junior high education, an AA with a focus on veterinary medicine, and a BA in English. Math, engineering, and carpentry are Not Our Strong Suits. It's been...interesting.

Progress photos under the cut. )

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