Feeling the Heat June 29, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Life, Things Environmental.Tags: animals, chickens, drought, Environment, heat, Life, Thoughts
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It’s hot outside, and it’s all anyone can talk about. It’s like some kind of minor apocalypse, this grueling Texas heatwave, combined with a choking drought that has lasted since 2007. Each morning the sun roars over the horizon, snorting and throwing its great, angry weight about the sky like a bull in a ring. Before noon, temperatures have reached triple-digit proportions, and the chickens are panting in the shade, their tongues bobbing in the bottoms of their beaks, jabbing like little pink knives at the barbarous heat. The edges of the plants curl inward, the water in the birdbath is greedily devoured by the hot air, and the basin is left to sizzle in the sun. My kitchen is invaded by mad hordes of thirsty ants; they drink the cats’ water, and skitter dementedly in my sink.
The area’s creeks and rivers have shriveled into scummy, stagnant pools. In town, the sidewalks are empty, blasted clean and white in the scouring sun.
Fans whirl. Air conditioners hiss and moan. Libraries and other public buildings crowd with fugitives from the heat. It’s too hot to cook, it’s too hot to eat. It’s too hot to swim, even, too hot to run the vacuum, too hot to sleep. It’s too hot to think, or even breathe. The greedy air steals into my nostrils and snakes into my lungs, pulling the moisture from the inside of my body and away from me.
Night is no cooler, just darker. Even after sunset solar heat burns all the way through from the other side of the earth, radiating up through the soil in hot gasps that only remind us of the day’s suffering, and the throat-sticking, skin-peeling agony of tomorrow.
In order to maintain my sanity, I’m compiling a list of GOOD things about this hellish, hateful, harrowing heat:
- Sun tea.
- Standing in line at the grocery (or anywhere else with AC) is a pleasant respite instead of an annoying waste of time.
Well, that’s all I got so far.
Suggestions are welcome. This is my sanity we’re talking about, folks.
A Gift From God June 8, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Things Environmental.Tags: beer, kayaking, Life, litter, Nature, outdoors, religion, River, Thoughts
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Yesterday, my husband and I rented a kayak and took a meandering trip down the San Marcos River. Before I met him, I don’t think I had ever once thought about kayaking. Since then, I have been kayaking three times, and each time, I am reminded how much I like it! Kayaking is like taking a walk, only you’re in a boat instead of on a path, and you’re using your arms and torso instead of your legs and butt.
It was a great way to spend a Sunday morning, communing with nature, and reacquainting myself with the pleasure of prolonged physical movement. Being in outdoors in a natural area is an almost-guaranteed way for me to connect with God. When I lived in Hot Springs, Arkansas, I was in the practice of taking a long hike on Sunday morning. It was irresistibly hassle-free because the city of Hot Springs is actually located within a national forest, and there are trail entrances all over the place. There’s just something about being enveloped in nature, surrounded by such beautiful complexity, that seems purer to me than any church building, no matter how ornate, or spartan.
And, because I can’t control myself about this: I had to pick up some trash. It never fails to amaze me how river enthusiasts are some of the worst offenders when it comes to littering! Besides being a form of pollution, litter is ugly! I pick up trash, not to be all -high-and-mighty about it, only because it strikes me that if I consciously notice a piece of littler and don’t pick it up, it’s like that piece of trash got thrown on the ground all over again.
My efforts, however, were appreciated by God, Who floated me a can of beer down the river. I reached out to grab what I thought was another piece of trash, and was rewarded with a cool, unopened can of Keystone Light. I know– you’re thinking Keystone Light, Milly? God must have not been overly appreciative! But that in itself was proof of Who sent it to me. Who else but God knew that I actually prefer cheap, watery beer when I’m on the lake, or at the beach or on the river?
The Honeymoon is O-V-E-R April 22, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Life, Things Environmental.Tags: animals, chickens, Thoughts
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So I’ve been doing this thing with the chickens for the past few days, where they flap around inside their enclosure for a few seconds before lighting on my arm or my shoulder or, once, my head. It makes me giggle like a maniac, because,well, it’s hard not to giggle when you’re wearing a chicken. As a hat.
Until one of them pecks you in the eyeball.
This puts a whole new spin on those one-eyed pirates and their shoulder-parrots of yore.
My left eye feels like half a pound of ground glass has been poured into it. Like I’ve been slapped across the face by the scabrous hand of the devil himself. Which, for some reason has caused my left sinus cavities to declare an emergency and seal themselves shut. So I’m functioning on one eye and one nostril. Plus, I need to write a twelve-page paper about volcanoes.
The upside? I feel justified in consuming more wine than I normally would on a weeknight. And my husband keeps feeding me cheese.
Because, you know. Cheese makes everything better.
And also: I may now be officially qualified to sell pencils on the street corner.
Making the Most-a Costa Rica August 30, 2008
Posted by millyonair in Life, Things Environmental, Travel.Tags: Central America, Coffee, Costa Rica, rainforest, Travel, vacation
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For those of you who have been waiting with bated breath for me to recount my Costa Rican experience, I do apologize for the delay. I’ve been home for over a week, but was preoccupied with the commencement of the fall semester. What a reality check! One minute I’m knee-deep in rain forest mud, the next minute I’m hunched against the air conditioner’s polar exhalations, while the sterile fluorescent lighting dilutes my tan. A class room is a great place to learn, but it’s easy to forget that a place needn’t have four walls and a top-of-the-line projector system to qualify as a learning environment.
So, with no further ado, I give you….Costa Rica! There are many, many more pictures on my Flickr, just click the doodad on the right to vacation vicariously through Yours Truly. (more…)
Rivers ≠ Trash Cans July 27, 2008
Posted by millyonair in Rants, Things Environmental, Uncategorized.2 comments
This is a public service announcement for those of you who might be confused about whether or not a river is the same thing as a trash can. It’s not. It’s the opposite of a trash can, actually.
My husband and I pick up trash out of the Blanco River several times every month. We do it because we like being outside, we like walking around in the river, and we like the wildlife that we get to observe up-close. Plus, we have to trespass to gain access to the river, and we figure the people whose land we’re traipsing across will be more forgiving if they see we’re performing a public service unbidden. We could, of course, not pick up the trash. Trash is gross, after all.
But that’s why we do it. We don’t like the river to be choked up with the ugly detritus of Disposable America. What really blows my mind is that most of the river trash isn’t just debris that has washed into the river with runoff water. It’s trash from river recreationalists (you know, people that like the river too): Styrofoam bait containers, plastic packages that once held fishing lures, beer cans, empty bottles of suntan lotion, worn-out koozies, cigarette butts, plastic grocery bags, etc. I could point out the fact that there are loads of things that live in the river, animals whose homes and/or drinking water are being treated contemptuously, but if you can’t even care that you’re polluting something that YOU like, I don’t expect you to care that a turtle doesn’t want your @#$%*! plastic water bottle all up in its face.
My question is, if you like to hang out at the river, why would you treat it like a garbage can? I mean, would you want to sunbathe on the banks of a big, foul, soggy trashpile? Is that where you want to fish? I don’t get it. That kind of disregard and irreverent treatment of something you actually like completely confuses me.













Chickens Are Très Chic! May 16, 2009
Posted by millyonair in Food, Life, Social Commentary, Things Environmental.Tags: animals, chickens, Culture, Food, Life, Love, Pets, Thoughts, trends
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Miss Edna. Her cheeks are fluffier than yours are.
Just before I got my chickens, I remarked to a friend (who was also about to embark on her own chicken experience) that I anticipated a profound learning experience. I had no idea how right that statement was, how much I would learn, and how much simply having some chickens in my yard would change me.
Chickens are amazing little creatures. Before I had chickens and was therefore able to observe them up-close-and-personal, there were, in my mind, a lot of myths about chickens. For instance, I’d heard that chickens were moronically stupid, and would drown themselves by throwing their heads back and opening their beaks to a rainstorm. Nevermind that this makes no sense if you think about it for longer than two seconds. I never questioned it. I also assumed they were indiscriminate omnivores, and would eat anything you put in front of them. This is also not true. Chickens have very specific preferences. Or mine do, anyway. They love mushrooms and grapes and tomatoes. Especially tomatoes. Tomatoes send them into a fluttering, jumping, squawking, trilling, pecking ecstasy of excitement. They like to be fed the plump caterpillars from my flower garden, which I pluck from the lantana bushes with a pair of chopsticks. They also like to eat my ferns, which is considerably less charming, and seems to be something of a thrill simply because it causes me to squawk and flutter as I shoo them back into the yard. Surprisingly, they don’t care for mango or blackberries, red bell pepper or carrot. And all of them but one are teetotalers. Only Goldie, one of my reds, has a taste for wine. I serve it to her in an acorn cap, like a tiny chalice. No, I am not kidding about that. I have happy hour with my chickens nearly every afternoon. (more…)