We were working on The Canterbury Tales today. On any other day, I would have been my usual protagonist supporting self. But today I found myself longing for Chanticleer's vanity to overcome him and for the story to end with a very satiated fox. Harsh am I? Oh me thinks not! So who is to blame for my fowl mood?
If you are unfamiliar with 4-H, it is the boy scouting (and girl scouting) of farming. I live in a horse community. I have grown accustomed to the smell of poo on hot and windy days. I fear not for the heap of digested straw that steams in front of my driveway. Heck I don't even mind the occasional cows that walk by (and mind you we are city). I am used to swine, horse, cattle, etc... as many neighborhood children partake in 4-H animal raising projects. But I take issue with one very confused poultry that lives somewhere on our street. I am referring to the rooster who has decided that 3:00a.m. each morning is the prime moment to fill his chest and crow for the world.
You have to understand that my husband is a human heater, so he needs to feel cool air blowing on him while he sleeps. Well this could easily throw our electricity costs into orbit, so he instead of running the air conditioner he opens our bedroom windows. Now remember, I once mentioned he must sleep with the t.v. on. So I have learned to adjust by wearing an eye cover, ear plugs....oh and I grind my teeth while sleeping so I wear a bite guard...(I am sure the mental image you have formed would be quite humiliating to me.) Anyway....
I was doing okay until the cat went psycho. I am guessing she found some catnip toy and spent a little too much time with it. Her pupils were dilated and she looked as though she urgently wanted me to see the giant bike riding mice too. She attacked any and all movement, including Brandon's toes. But it is true, they do land on all fours.
Just as I settled back into my pillow, I heard whats sounded like a thousand rats chewing away. It was the dog of course. She has skin allergies and she apparently decided that chewing off her legs would be better than being itchy. I waited and thought...okay. Back to sleeppppppttttthhhump thump thump thump. Her scratching had become a one man percussion section....even my frames rattled! I told her to stop, and she actually listened. I think she realized she could never pull off the same landing as the cat.
So once again I tried to sleep. But I heard a noise....oh no! I looked at the clock and sure enough it was 3:00! ERRerERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR not once, not twice but about 30 times! UGGHHHHHH! But suddenly the cat attacked Brandon's feet again and he woke up using a his vast knowledge of four letter words...and I don't mean Ouch, Drats, or Dang.
He insisted I put the cat in the bathroom, and I obliged - but unfortunately the cat did not. Meow, reow, meow...scratch scratch...MEOW MEOW!!! With heavy eyes and a sour look I arose...ERRR ERRR ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I heard as I opened the bathroom door. I shut the windows, grabbed some blankets and was followed by my entourage down to the couch. The cat promptly settled on my chest in a manner that makes one feel as if they have consumption. The dog settled next to me, chewing away.
So as we read "The Nun's Priest's Tale" from The Canterbury Tales today, my eye began to twitch and my head developed a nervous tick. I decided that I would make it an early night tonight, after a nice chicken dinner of course.
We always have fun checking YouTube for funny and lame things related to our studies. If you have read or reread these books recently you will get the humor. (be sure to silence my player on the right.) Below it I will also include Homer's Odyssey in 15 seconds. You have to watch it a few times to appreciate all they included. But first The Nun's Priest's Tale.
The Odyssey in 15 seconds:
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Jennifer