It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve written a blog. Does that mean nothing is going on in my life? No. Maybe just the opposite, in fact, and there doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day nor does one particular subject seem to jump out and say “write about me!” Further, a blog is a funny thing. Is anyone reading my words other than me? If they are, does that mean I owe them something new? If they aren’t, does continuing with a blog mean I’m just stroking my own ego and implying my words have some big meaning or import? I don’t know the answers to any of these questions.
Also there are things I feel like writing about that I really can’t, for fear of offending or opening up a can of worms. To offend I need only talk about politics, and that will ensure I offend about half the population of this once-great country. And to what end? Has anyone EVER convinced someone to switch political affiliation? I think not. Opening up a can of worms is far too easy, and I really don’t care for confrontation anymore. Time was, I’d argue for the sake of arguing. But that was in my teens and twenties. Those days are long gone, and I much prefer peace now. I do believe stress should be avoided whenever we have the control over it, because there are far too many things in life that are stressful that we have absolutely no control over whatsoever. So we’ll leave the can of worms shut for now, thank you very much. Maybe someday.
So what have I done today? As always, much of the day was spent on or with the birds. There is the morning care, which is there every day of the year, no matter what. There was a decade or so when Christmas was a different schedule, and I’d simply toss every cage a millet spray to buy me some time so I could do the traditional Christmas morning with my family. Once Alex was no longer here on Christmas morning that kind of went by the wayside. So the first couple hours of the day are spent changing and cleaning food and water dishes, and just giving the birds a once-over to make sure all is well. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, it takes about an hour longer since I also clean the cage trays on those days.
I’m handfeeding three small parrotlets again now, so there is also a handfeeding schedule to adhere to. That makes leaving the house a pain in the butt, as I am always aware of the time factor and can’t be gone long. The youngest of the three is three weeks old today, so there is only another three weeks or so to go. I’m still awaiting the hatching of the one fertile Timneh grey egg as well. It should be any day now, unless it’s not going to hatch for some reason.
I spent some time crowing to the chickens this morning. Yes, I was crowing. I was waiting for an answering crow or two, but it seems this crew is flipping me the claw as none of them have crowed while I was near them. They crow in front of Scott. They crowed last weekend when we were outside but not within sight of them. But they will not crow when I can see them. Not yet. So I crow to them. They seem amused, as they come and look at me, probably wondering what is wrong with that featherless beast. Except for the original black hen; she clucks back to me each time I crow. She gives me a bit of a come-hither look, too. I think I am glad there is a fence separating us.
I also spent an hour making a birthday card for my Dad. Why not just buy one? Good question. If I know him, and I think I do, he will have to be prodded to even open the envelope and then will say something like “that’s good, dear” as he sets it aside. He’ll be 93 and his life of eating candy and ice cream as the majority of his diet should give us all hope.
And now, quite suddenly, I have lost my ambition to write. Instead I’m thinking ahead to what to make for supper, what do I have to get done tomorrow, where is that list I was writing, what kind of pumpkin carving am I going to do this year, and on and on. I see cartoons sometimes about women having all these millions of thoughts all going through our minds at once and I think “yes! It’s exactly like that sometimes!” I don’t want to say men are simple, but it seems that women’s and men’s brains are wired totally differently in this respect. Which reminds me, there is a meteor shower going on that peaks late Thursday night/Friday morning, around 2 AM. What was it that reminded me, you may wonder? The women and men thing, and that led to the Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars thing, which led to the cosmos which led to meteors. And you had to ask???
Over and out, for now.