Captain’s Log 5,571
In just a week and a few hours, I will be……………………
Bring it on! Flying across the pond!
Have you ever seen such a pretty plane? I mean, seriously!
I was at the bank doing some company business yesterday when my good pals Mage & George called inviting me to an impromptu dinner. YAY! They love Sipz (vegetarian fusion) as much as I do! We met there but we had challenges along the route. Freeways were impacted by a jumper on one of the bridges. Or was that OFF one of the bridges? I did not hear any more news except someone was on a bridge threatening to jump – right at rush hour. It’s amazing what that does to traffic. The domino effect is astonishing, and it takes hours to clear.
We splurged on the meal. Appetizer, entrees, dessert, AND coffee! Wahoo! And those sweetie pies picked up the tab. I picked up the tip. Sweet! I had a slice of red velvet cake. Should have had the red velvet CUPCAKE instead. I was stuffed to the max. Filled to the gunnels.
I am having a guest for dinner tonight. Wow! Such an entertainer. It will be my famous vegetarian spaghetti (again) because I have extremely limited cooking skills. Fact of the matter is……I don’t really WANT to learn to cook that much stuff. My needs and tastes are very simple. If I can make a few things and do a good job with those, that’s enough for me. I make a truly WICKED toasted bagel with cream cheese.
A bird just clunked into my office window. Poor little thing – sat there in the bushes with a glazed look in its little eyes. Breathing fast. Not blinking. But after a few minutes, he fluffed himself and got about the business of flying off. With so much glass on that side of the house, this happens quite a bit. When I lived in Saint Paul, the birds would eat the berries of the mountain ash tree, become intoxicated, and slam into the windows too.
Everything we did to make the windows safer actually made things worse for the birds. So they slammed into the windows, recovered, and flew off to another day.
The birds have become quite tame (at least in the back yard). I can get within a few feet of the finch feeders. And a within a few inches of the hummingbirds. I feel like Saint Francis of Assisi.
Except I am not even close to being holy. And I have no intention of ever doing that to my hair.
And so it goes. Another day, another 59 cents.