A New Year, but what IS NEW
It is SO cold the patio doors froze! I can't let Chester out. I get his long leash, let him out the front door. I'm in my nightgown, the cold winds blow the snow up into my face. BRRRRRRR.
"Chester! Do your business! Hurry!" He scurries off, I grab the rope, as he tries to chase a squirrel. "NO!", and he heads for the bushes. I can't see what he is up to, but he comes in, wagging his tail. I try to remove the rope, and there are thorns and long twigs attached. "OUCH!" A thorn impales my thumb. Chester prances of to investigate his dish. No food yet. He gives me a denigrating glance and goes to lie down.
"Weslee, get up! Bring the dehumidifier upstairs. The patio doors are frozen."
Grumbling from the room, the shower turns on, and after he dresses, and the machine is cranked up, he suggests sauteed mushrooms, goetta and eggs with ham chunks for breakfast. Oh, well, we have a gourmand in the house. I prepare food, he works on the doors. We eat.
I have been watching and counting birds for Feederwatch on Mondays and Tuesdays this year. It has been so cold, and there is a trace of snow on the ground. I see that my birdbath is frozen. My heater must be broken. I do not know how I can replace it with all the other expenses I have.
"Weslee, I don't want you to be a mushroom at school."
"HUH?"
"I mean, don't just sit there, and let them shovel shit on you."
"MOM!!!! You just said a swear word!!!!"
"No, I did not. I mean the word, MANURE! You need to take an active role in your learning. You need to learn and get what they teach. Not just sit and vegetate like a mushroom. Got it?" My words for the day.
He leaves for school, I check my laptop. I plan to go to the Y for the arthritis water aerobics class. I need to remember not to overdo. Every time I go, I do too much, and can't go back for a month. I will only do half a class. I go to open the garage doors, and I see a bird is in the garage. It is a Carolina Wren. I love them! They are cute, round bouncy birds, with a dark line like eye liner around their eye. They are lively and bob their tails. With the door open, I think he will just fly out. He does not. He is "stuck" to the top of the garage door. He landed on the spring when it was open, and as it pulled the door up it closed on his nails which got caught in between the spring. I put the door down halfway, hoping he will fly out. I do not see him again. Later on there are two at the feeder again, flying and hopping about, so no harm done.
I have made no resolutions this year. My one New Year Resolution. I did write myself a letter. It reads something like this- I want my home to be more peaceful. I want to be happier and healthier. It is never too late. It is never too soon to start with the fresh pineapple I ate for lunch.
The Carolina Wren is at the window. He is eating some of the suet cakes- oops it fell. I have to make some more. Must get to work!
"Chester! Do your business! Hurry!" He scurries off, I grab the rope, as he tries to chase a squirrel. "NO!", and he heads for the bushes. I can't see what he is up to, but he comes in, wagging his tail. I try to remove the rope, and there are thorns and long twigs attached. "OUCH!" A thorn impales my thumb. Chester prances of to investigate his dish. No food yet. He gives me a denigrating glance and goes to lie down.
"Weslee, get up! Bring the dehumidifier upstairs. The patio doors are frozen."
Grumbling from the room, the shower turns on, and after he dresses, and the machine is cranked up, he suggests sauteed mushrooms, goetta and eggs with ham chunks for breakfast. Oh, well, we have a gourmand in the house. I prepare food, he works on the doors. We eat.
I have been watching and counting birds for Feederwatch on Mondays and Tuesdays this year. It has been so cold, and there is a trace of snow on the ground. I see that my birdbath is frozen. My heater must be broken. I do not know how I can replace it with all the other expenses I have.
"Weslee, I don't want you to be a mushroom at school."
"HUH?"
"I mean, don't just sit there, and let them shovel shit on you."
"MOM!!!! You just said a swear word!!!!"
"No, I did not. I mean the word, MANURE! You need to take an active role in your learning. You need to learn and get what they teach. Not just sit and vegetate like a mushroom. Got it?" My words for the day.
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| Carolina Wren |
He leaves for school, I check my laptop. I plan to go to the Y for the arthritis water aerobics class. I need to remember not to overdo. Every time I go, I do too much, and can't go back for a month. I will only do half a class. I go to open the garage doors, and I see a bird is in the garage. It is a Carolina Wren. I love them! They are cute, round bouncy birds, with a dark line like eye liner around their eye. They are lively and bob their tails. With the door open, I think he will just fly out. He does not. He is "stuck" to the top of the garage door. He landed on the spring when it was open, and as it pulled the door up it closed on his nails which got caught in between the spring. I put the door down halfway, hoping he will fly out. I do not see him again. Later on there are two at the feeder again, flying and hopping about, so no harm done.
I have made no resolutions this year. My one New Year Resolution. I did write myself a letter. It reads something like this- I want my home to be more peaceful. I want to be happier and healthier. It is never too late. It is never too soon to start with the fresh pineapple I ate for lunch.
The Carolina Wren is at the window. He is eating some of the suet cakes- oops it fell. I have to make some more. Must get to work!
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