What is the big deal about New Year’s Resolutions?
They are not effective. If resolutions were successful, then why do so many people make the same ones every year? Do they exemplify the definition of insanity attributed to Albert Einstein? “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
Folks resolve’s to lose weight and lead a healthier lifestyle, but there are no measurable results at the end of the year. If the resolution fails over and over again, what is the point of offering up the same plan the following year?
More to the point, why do we wait until the New Year to make changes of any kind? Once we make a decision, the action should immediately follow. Otherwise, even with the best of intentions, given enough time they will talk themselves out of following through.
Not all resolutions revolve around body sculpting.
You may resolve to find a better paying job. Or, perhaps make a complete career change. Logic dictates immediate action rather than holding off until the New Year.
This writer decided long ago to abstain from the New Year’s resolution ritual. When the need arises to change things, such as losing a few pounds, she acts. Unlike her friend who planned to start a new diet on Monday. The friend spent the weekend gorging on everything she expected to give up. When Monday rolled around, the pity party gorge fest had added 10 pounds.
We planned to continue the tradition of no New Year resolutions. Then the chicken invasion made this writer rethink the original practical strategy.
Due to a canine invasion followed by chick-a-cide (similar to homicide chicken style) by the invading canine, Hubby installed an electric fence around the coop about ankle high. The jolting-fence works well. In fact, the lady of the manor discovered it works too well.
Chickens eat scraps which is a good thing because septic lines do not like garbage disposers. The cluckers gobble up everything from eggshells to melon rinds and anything that qualifies as food scraps.
As the lady dumped the scraps into the cluckers’ yard, she felt a forceful nudge against her leg. “Why are the chickens attacking my leg?” she asked looking down at her leg. Then jumped back when she realized the attack came from the electrified fence.
Note to self. In the future, avoid bumping the zapping fence.
Hubby built a spacious coop for those feathered fiends, including six nests. Did the birds show their appreciation and use the nests to deposit their daily butt nuggets? Some did, but others got creative. They dropped eggs on the ground and the sack of shavings.
If something is going to go wrong, it will happen on a cold, blustery, and raining cats and dogs day.
The lady of the manor put on Hubby’s boots, army camouflage raincoat with a hood to face the elements and the chickens. She looked fetching in the oversized boots and coat clomping across the field.
To her shock an escaped hen was wandering outside the fence, chatting with the feathered inmates. Chasing a chicken while slipping and sliding in the mud is not a recommended activity. Of course, the electric fence did not bother the chicken just the person giving chase.
After several attempts, she scooped up the fowl with the feed bucket. The enterprising creature flew right back out and ran behind the coop.
“I should leave you to the coyotes,” the lady shouted nearly landing on her keister in a mud puddle.
After several failed attempts, she scooped the now harried looking hen into the bucket again. But this time, she pushed the top of the bucket against the coop wall to keep the clucker trapped. The muddy return slog had a happy ending when the lady unceremoniously dumped the hen back where it belonged.
The lady will have a New Year’s resolution after all. “I vow not to chase chickens. May the coyote gods enjoy them.”