I didn't mean to stay away so long. Not sure how that happened. Facebook is to blame for a lot of it, but life also became too complicated to get a decent enough perspective to sit down and write about. I can't remember why Papa Seed was in the kitchen cutting up these leeks, and I can't remember what became of them, but he was really excited to get them from the garden. What I can tell you is that all of those little bottles on the kitchen counter are not just vitamins. There are also medications, and the medications around this time were increasing. The Great Nephew I will henceforth refer to as Boudu (see post below) left our home and entered a period of hard drugs, assault charges, juvie, and yelling at us in a juvenile courthouse to get out of his life (I won't repeat the exact words). Not long after this, Mancub became furious at me for some reason. Details now escape me, but he left because he wasn't going to live with us anymore because he hated us and hated living with us and we were horrible people. Art Linkletter was right - Kids Say The Darndest Things!
At the same time, my job became super stressful as we tripled in size over the first few months of the year. Construction, training, extra work load, new personalities, lack of breaks, long hours - what a way to relieve stress. Rodney was probably making some kind of leek soup to calm the bruised nerves.
Mancub returned back to our house after I took a week off to piece my life back together and clean his room which had turned into a dump. He wanted to come back sooner, but we wouldn't let him. When he did return, we set down THE LAW. We were no longer going to give free room and board for someone who was not working, cutting classes, failing every class in school, and staying out late every night and coming home stoned and drunk. School had to become a priority. Partying had to go way in the backseat, if not the trunk. We needed to see some participation with things around the house.
We stopped at this taco truck on our way home from going up to a farm to get our three newest hens; Exene, Faith and Bernadette. They are pretty wild teenagers, not the calm gentle ladies one gets from raising little chickies from birth. We decided it was time to get our coop full of chicken love and eggs once again, but I'm not sure it has really turned into a Love Coop. That pecking order is VICIOUS. Chickens, like teenagers, go for the blood.
The Family slowly being pieced back together, Papa Seed decides it is time to take Mancub to North Carolina to meet the paternal side of the family kin. I stayed home to dog and chicken sit, and spend 12 hour days at work. I was pretty worried that Mancub would have an adverse reaction to Grandpa, but they hit it off. He even got to porchsit with a Hard Lemonade and a little herbal medication. That is one to tell the kids back at school. Not that either were new to him, but to do them with family was certainly an unexpected twist.
Because I missed the big Southern Throwdown that Grandpa made, he shipped it to me at great expense. I had mine several weeks later. It does look like one giant stew in the photos above, but it was delicious. And fried chickens don't worry about the pecking order.
To be continued...
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