Drake is confusing wrens with house sparrows that have little football black glare resistor creme under their eves. I prefer the chickadee’s cause they’re more striking and wear a full bandits mask. House sparrows have a nest outside his garage. three babies.
Saw four ospreys, two cardinals, one eagle, two vultures and a pair of male/female brown headed cowbirds.
Very phlegmy today. Thick and nasty and starting to smell. Sometimes I get little electric shocks in my arms and neck.
I really don’t want to care take anyone anymore. Especially dogs. Somewhere pets went from being possessions of to members of our families. Liking dogs doesn’t mean you’re a good person, look at Hitler. Sick of no appreciation. Only remedy; stop doing. If they let you. Now nausea. Heartburn, nausea, indigestion..upset stomach, diarrhea. (clue little flashmob dance move)
Found a nice orange wildflower called ascliepias tuberosa. Must have been in a garden and somehow escaped into the olive wood hedge where it was maintaining bloom in a shaded southerly direction.
Cut them for a birthday floral arrangement. Not a pet, thankfully, but close on the dire scale.
Making gazpacho for din din. No birds today. Just dog talk. I miss drake, cause he has the name of a duck and i like birds.
ascliepias tuberosa is also called butterfly weed and Monarchs go crazy over it. Elizabeth II feeds on its nectar every morning for a fresh dew faced appearance.
I have a feeling that all those calling for the end of guns have underestimated the ingenuity of angry, frustrated people. I used to read the Manchester Guardian and UK Sun and was puzzled by all the campaigns to end knife crime. It culminated after a minor member of the Harry Potter cast was stabbed to death in a nightclub fight. (just like Marlowe)There was talk of banning sales of cutlery to those under 21. But knives, guns, catapults, bazooka’s and field level tactical nuclear devices are not the culprits; It’s people.
Most people will never admit they’ve been angry enough to cause harm. And in crimes of passion, anger, rage, frustration the determined rageaholic will prevail with any weapon. An abused wife beaten severely about the face and head with a whole dried salami. And we all know Cain, who slew his brother Abel, out of jealousy, with a large stone. My brother pissed me off and I didn’t go all geological on him, but instead i peed on his toothbrush, and deep sixed it in my ass. it’s cakey and mungy.
Before I go deeper into the current zeitgeist outrage I must disclose. I am a rageaholic, I am gay, I have a sick and twisted sense of humor. I survived several nights at Plato’s Retreat and was present for the birth of my son (regular) and daughter (Caesarean) so gore is no problem. I also worked in a convalescent home and have watched 5 people die. I did not just stand by. There was a most compassionate protocol. If family members not around we, the staff would sit “shiva” and vigil by holding their hands and playing music from their pasts. We often lit candles, I a Latin enthusiast would intone “In nominee Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti” Alice Rubin would say Kaddish and Leila, a Lebanese refugee from the 1970’s civil war would help wash the body, as according to the Koran. Even the tough as nails Madler brother, a cook from Farmington Valley’s own Hell’s Angels family would clip flowers and send them in on a dinner tray. The next day Linda, the head nurse would place a memorial poster in the dining room with the name of the departed in glitter and pictures if available. The reverence was palpable, but I got far more out of it than the deceased, the service was for us, the departed were mostly unaware. When Louise, who was the favorite of the head aide Pam died, Pam drove in on her day off, from Wolcott, to oversee, Louise had been very non-verbal, but when Pam entered the room for the last time, she weakly said “thank you”. In tears, we all gave them a moment. Holly Hill was a compassionate place.