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I cannot believe, even after all the other horrors and lies, that the government of the country I live in has declared something called Marriage Protection Week, with such grotesque and hideous and irrational rhetoric. My only consolation is that they must be scared out of such wits as they ever possessed to do anything so completely moronic. Maybe that's not consoling. Scared powerful people are dangerous.
I have ruby-crowned kinglets in my yard. For about a week I've been hearing bird song that was familiar, but not the regular yard bird sounds, not cardinals, bluejays, house finches, chickadees, house sparrows, or juncoes. A few days ago I was out with Ari, and he had concealed himself in the long grass of the neighbors' back yard to watch the squirrels rampaging in the trees. I sat down on the retaining wall between the yards. We were both very still for ten minutes or so. I heard the song again, and saw a small bird fluttering very rapidly at the branch tips of the huge old mock orange bush. It landed briefly. Yes indeed, broken eye bar, yellow tips to the wings, very small, going like a melodious telegraph, fluttering at branch tips for insects. A kinglet. Yesterday I saw four or five of them. I wish Eric were here.
I woke up with a sore throat yesterday and have been applying zinc and echinacea and vitamin C with vigor. We'll see. I note as I have noted before that zinc improves my mood dramatically. Overapplied, however, it makes me crabby, and it raises my blood pressure too. But it's an interesting datapoint.
I'm rereading Parker's Spenser novels; first I read the later ones in chronological order and then I decided to read the three leading up to A Catskill Eagle. I haven't read that one as many times, which makes it oddly compelling even though I know it will drive me nuts. I have to be in the right mood, as if I were going to read a comic book where certain realities are considered as non-binding.
I've seen two new houses (new to the people who just bought them, that is) in the past week; mercifully, I don't wish to move, only to clean up a bit right here. I did do about a third of the library, which had not been dealt with in so long that in places the dust lay like flour. I suspect the sore throat of coming from that. I keep forgetting to put on a dust mask when I clean.
My mother got me some frost-resistant pansies, and I must go plant them soon. We are having ridiculous weather. It was 86 yesterday and it's going to be 84 today. And dry as a bone. I watered the arbor vitae yesterday, which was very exciting for the robins.
Pamela
I have ruby-crowned kinglets in my yard. For about a week I've been hearing bird song that was familiar, but not the regular yard bird sounds, not cardinals, bluejays, house finches, chickadees, house sparrows, or juncoes. A few days ago I was out with Ari, and he had concealed himself in the long grass of the neighbors' back yard to watch the squirrels rampaging in the trees. I sat down on the retaining wall between the yards. We were both very still for ten minutes or so. I heard the song again, and saw a small bird fluttering very rapidly at the branch tips of the huge old mock orange bush. It landed briefly. Yes indeed, broken eye bar, yellow tips to the wings, very small, going like a melodious telegraph, fluttering at branch tips for insects. A kinglet. Yesterday I saw four or five of them. I wish Eric were here.
I woke up with a sore throat yesterday and have been applying zinc and echinacea and vitamin C with vigor. We'll see. I note as I have noted before that zinc improves my mood dramatically. Overapplied, however, it makes me crabby, and it raises my blood pressure too. But it's an interesting datapoint.
I'm rereading Parker's Spenser novels; first I read the later ones in chronological order and then I decided to read the three leading up to A Catskill Eagle. I haven't read that one as many times, which makes it oddly compelling even though I know it will drive me nuts. I have to be in the right mood, as if I were going to read a comic book where certain realities are considered as non-binding.
I've seen two new houses (new to the people who just bought them, that is) in the past week; mercifully, I don't wish to move, only to clean up a bit right here. I did do about a third of the library, which had not been dealt with in so long that in places the dust lay like flour. I suspect the sore throat of coming from that. I keep forgetting to put on a dust mask when I clean.
My mother got me some frost-resistant pansies, and I must go plant them soon. We are having ridiculous weather. It was 86 yesterday and it's going to be 84 today. And dry as a bone. I watered the arbor vitae yesterday, which was very exciting for the robins.
Pamela
