You go inside, and the place has two rooms. It's pretty big, and separated into the kitchen/living room/etc. area and the bathroom. The living room was... normal enough. I slept on the sofa bed in there, and she left her collection of VHS tapes in the house, which we'd watch on the TV in there.
So we're at her house, giving her back Pinky, the hollowed-out toilet recliner, and she offers us a tour of the grounds.
So the reason I call her Jan the Chicken Lady is because she ran a chicken rescue. She lived on a big plot of land and she built a bunch of pretty elaborate houses for these chickens that she'd rescued from... farms?
@BestGirlGrace this is the best thing ever.
we need more ~characters~ in our lives who live their most authentic weirdness, thank you for sharing!!
@selontheweb Thank you for reading! I only hope I can live a fraction of the life Jan did. Looking back, she probably had a lot more going on than young me could conceptualize.
@BestGirlGrace that's the first thing i thought about tbh. regardless, it seems like she lived her life exactly how she wanted it
@selontheweb You don't own a tortoise. It comes to you when you welcome one into your life. Same with the chicken rescue.
@BestGirlGrace are we not all seeking our chicken rescue, anointing and preparing ourselves for our fated tortoise?
@selontheweb Barely a day goes by when I don't ask myself "What is my chicken rescue? What is my attic full of wicker? What is my Pinky?"
@BestGirlGrace here's hoping our toilet furnitures and furniture attics find us soon 💚💚💚
@BestGirlGrace this is the detail that makes me shudder for some reason
@selontheweb My dad said something like "How does the saying go? She who has the most wicker wins?"
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