About a year ago, i was living in an empty lot in a tent cooking out-side… i would say i was more clean then today.. i am so lucky to have the people up stairs to continue feeding those nice little bugs… They told me that it would be safe here as well, but i beg to differ! i also have an old man living next to me that can remove milk from milk, sugar from sugar, just all round helps himself to whatever i got… Did mention that those people for the third floor come through my bathroom sealing…
Well i guess it would my fault for moving to this place i could have stayed outside…
i long to hold onto those memories of Grandma´s house, an her loving soul…
Those days she would drag me off, to the big church in the downtown core of greater Vancouver, BC Canada… Anytime she was watching her grandchildren, i wonder ifinn my two sister´s remember, these little trips we as children hated… Nonetheless there were those days, while grandma, would take us on her egg run… What i mean about the egg run, grandma sold egg´s in the neighbourhood, the best part was on the way back to grandma’s house we would dig in the garbage… Possibly this could be one of the reasons that i so enjoy digging in the dumpsters now…
i loved my grandma, however hated when she would bath me in the kitchen sink.. Love the kitchen with the old pot-belly-stove, with the crackle-pop, an the smell of the wood burning…
i kind of got side-tracked, the post was about rental chickens, so that people could experience fresh laid eggs each morning..
Grandma had a big chicken coop in the back yard, us children would love going to get the eggs right out from under the chickens, we also got to feed them the table scraps after each meal…
The chicken coop, with the roaster speaking out each morning was always a big highlight of our visit to grandma’s house… O-Yeah the attic, was always an adventure too…