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Malingering
Oct. 11th, 2003 01:15 pmWell, or benelingering, perhaps. I am missing ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carbonel's move because I have a very drippy cold. I wasn't sure that sharing it would be a very good birthday or housewarming present. I did set the alarm and did get up briefly, but then thought Ugh or something like it and went back to bed, so the final decision was not altruistic but had to do with my head's feeling like an overripe melon..
I might have overdone things yesterday, I suppose. I cancelled out on my cat sitting duties -- Bob said it wouldn't be a problem to feed the orange furballs himself -- and then felt enough better around four that I dashed about and planted all the icicle pansies, the asters my mother gave me a month ago, and the Russian sage that came in a pot from Northfield sometime last spring. I also took a large trash bag out and collected all the trash in the yard, all the plastic grocery bags and styrofoam cups and potato-chip bags and the occasional lost spelling test, not to mention the plastic plant pots I never seem able to remember to pick up after I take the plants out.
As I was coming back around the garage, having disposed of the trash bag, a kinglet flew down directly in front of me and landed in the mock orange bush about two feet away. I stood very still and got to watch it hop about. It caught a spider on the end of a branch and hopped to a stronger branch to eat it. It missed a flying thing of some kind, a cranefly maybe. It was quite silent, unlike the others I've seen, until it started to head for the birdbath and saw something that disturbed it, whereupon it squawked briefly. They are very fine small sleek dapper birds, with a long thin bill, and white wing bars in addition to the yellow tips and the broken eye ring. They move very quickly. It took no heed of me whatsoever; when it flew off, that was only because it had checked out all the branch tips in the vicinity for edible creatures.
My sneezing fit conveniently waited until the kinglet was gone.
The movers can probably use my place in the car to put boxes in, anyway. I hope the fine steady rain is not causing them too much trouble.
Pamela
carbonel's move because I have a very drippy cold. I wasn't sure that sharing it would be a very good birthday or housewarming present. I did set the alarm and did get up briefly, but then thought Ugh or something like it and went back to bed, so the final decision was not altruistic but had to do with my head's feeling like an overripe melon..I might have overdone things yesterday, I suppose. I cancelled out on my cat sitting duties -- Bob said it wouldn't be a problem to feed the orange furballs himself -- and then felt enough better around four that I dashed about and planted all the icicle pansies, the asters my mother gave me a month ago, and the Russian sage that came in a pot from Northfield sometime last spring. I also took a large trash bag out and collected all the trash in the yard, all the plastic grocery bags and styrofoam cups and potato-chip bags and the occasional lost spelling test, not to mention the plastic plant pots I never seem able to remember to pick up after I take the plants out.
As I was coming back around the garage, having disposed of the trash bag, a kinglet flew down directly in front of me and landed in the mock orange bush about two feet away. I stood very still and got to watch it hop about. It caught a spider on the end of a branch and hopped to a stronger branch to eat it. It missed a flying thing of some kind, a cranefly maybe. It was quite silent, unlike the others I've seen, until it started to head for the birdbath and saw something that disturbed it, whereupon it squawked briefly. They are very fine small sleek dapper birds, with a long thin bill, and white wing bars in addition to the yellow tips and the broken eye ring. They move very quickly. It took no heed of me whatsoever; when it flew off, that was only because it had checked out all the branch tips in the vicinity for edible creatures.
My sneezing fit conveniently waited until the kinglet was gone.
The movers can probably use my place in the car to put boxes in, anyway. I hope the fine steady rain is not causing them too much trouble.
Pamela
