I don’t even know what to say here. What can we say?
Sunday, February 23rd
We ended up not having choir practice so I decided to go to Walgreens to look for I don’t even remember what and rounded the corner and saw this. I couldn’t decide whether or not I was offended.
New banner at church. All of this.
Monday, February 24th
No photo.
Tuesday, February 25th
Dr. M took a lot of photos of birds this week, but I’m only posting a handful. Here’s a female red bellied woodpecker.
Wednesday, February 26th
And here is a red shouldered hawk (probably). He had other photos of the whole thing, but this was my favorite.
Thursday, February 27th
Dr. M got me an early birthday present!
Friday, February 28th
It’s the 8th anniversary of our move down here from Ohio. Dr. M says: Despite the personal and professional loss experienced on Bastille Day, 2016 (this was the day Dr. M found out he was being laid off), and the still real physical and emotional trauma of our final move back home eight years ago on Feb. 28-Mar. 1, we have experienced healing, physically and emotionally, here on Stony Brook. It has been an excellent location for Dana's hip situation, my back situation, and for reconnecting to close family and old friends. Indeed, like our daffies, hope seems to spring eternal in this land of red clay, even in the face of tragedy and loss. I take comfort on this day in the simple joy of daffodils, songbirds, silly mourning doves, and blue skies.
Saturday, March 1st
I was so proud of myself! We had a piece of leftover grilled chicken that I was planning to use to make chicken salad. I don’t really like chunky chicken salad and a) remembered that we have a food processor; b) found the food processor & cleaned it off; c) USED IT; and, d) cleaned it up afterward. The sandwich was delicious.
I was washing dishes and heard the sound of something falling in the floor. Oops!
My birthday is tomorrow, and Lent starts on Wednesday (usually my birthday is DURING Lent, which seems a little rude). I was thinking that I would give up fascism for Lent. Who’s with me?
condoms and kitty litter? def, offended.I got some eggs from my daughter, nice orange yolks. I just chop up the left over chicken with a knife, much less work.
ReplyDeleteI laughed at the feminine care sign next to the kitty litter, for a very specific reason. When Mom and I evacuated for Hurricane Rita, it was a fourteen hour trip that usually takes three hours. After it all was over and we were discussing the need to pee at such times, one of the options that a fellow evacuee recommended for future times was one they had utilized for years. They take a covered plastic container filled with kitty litter in the car -- no odor, nice clumping! When there's no possibility of getting out of the traffic to pee at the side of the road, I think it would work. At the time, no one seemed to think about adult diapers. Maybe they weren't a thing back then.
ReplyDeleteI like what Dr. M wrote, although it did take me aback to realize it was eight years ago. As my great aunt Rilla liked to say, "Tempus fidgets." That cardinal is gorgeous. I have a pair hanging around, and today I saw a pair of 'my' squirrels mating -- there probably will be some spring babies!