Tuesday Afternoon

September already. The year has flown by quickly since time flies when one is having fun!

My Facebook, Twitch, and Instagram accounts have a modest following. I love the fact that I haven’t had to jump through ridiculous hoops to gain an audience, and the support is genuine. People actually notice your participation and give you props.

The local air has finally cleared of the smoke from the fires in and around Washington state. Usually the coast isn’t affected much by fires further inland, but the weather patterns this year made for no offshore winds and stagnant air pressed down on us like an old, dusty veil.

Now that the air is better we could finish up some of the yardwork and landscaping begun over a month ago. The shrubberies have been cut back to reasonable size again, and the local deer have come through to graze on the clippings and the foliage they couldn’t reach. Plenty of new fawns this season mean that they are healthy and still got plenty to eat and drink, even with the lack of rain.

People are back at work after the holiday weekend and school has resumed for those who attend regularly. It’s a nice Tuesday afternoon, so here are three songs for your audial appreciation.


Saturday Scenery: Woodland Friends

Here are a few pictures of the local wildlife paying a visit. They do so on a regular basis and I enjoy watching their activities and antics.

This is the final weekend of Midyear Mayhem, so today’s live-streamed gaming session begins at 1500 PDT. I hope that you tune in for the AvA action!


Foraging at the fence-line

Striking a pose…

…but she noticed the blinds moving, even though I was being cautious!

“Bob” the squirrel, raiding one of the feeders…

…a chickadee flew in to wait her turn…

…she jumped on the side opposite “Bob” to grab a seed.

“Easy there, greedy-guts! Save some for the rest of us!”

This feeder is just outside of my front door.

“Bob” kept a watchful eye as I got a bit closer…

Ready for your close-up, little buddy?

He finally had enough of me standing there, and gave me the stink-eye before hopping down and scampering away!

A Feathered Friend

I hear these birds every morning, but they have always been hard to locate. The plants and trees in my yard are flourishing and the birds are nesting, so all of the shrubbery will stay thick and full until autumn.

Anyway, after a few weeks of “talking” with this specific species, one finally decided to strike a pose for proper identification:

It is a white-crowned sparrow – very pretty!


Tender Moments For Tuesday: 15 August 2017 (Re-blogged)

’tis a busy week, so enjoy this “Tender Tuesday” re-blog of music and some local scenery.


Eyrie Of An Aries

I need a break from all of the hate. Everywhere I go, I hear people talking shit and nonsense. I see people doing nothing but ensuring that they are part of the problem, and doing nothing to be part of the solution. The lunatics have officially taken over the asylum, from what I’ve seen. At least my sanctuary in my little corner of the world remains solid, fortified, and secure. The royal fortress in the meadow stands tall!

Apologies for the quality of the pictures; they’re the best that I could take on short notice, with only my cell-phone camera!


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Tender Moments For Tuesday: 15 August 2017

I need a break from all of the hate. Everywhere I go, I hear people talking shit and nonsense. I see people doing nothing but ensuring that they are part of the problem, and doing nothing to be part of the solution. The lunatics have officially taken over the asylum, from what I’ve seen. At least my sanctuary in my little corner of the world remains solid, fortified, and secure. The royal fortress in the meadow stands tall!

Apologies for the quality of the pictures; they’re the best that I could take on short notice, with only my cell-phone camera!


Relaxed & Refreshed…

Ah, riding – a nice outing on the motorcycle was necessary. We rode down the coast as far as Cannon Beach, Oregon, and looked at a lighthouse. Sunshine and a nice breeze made the temperature perfect; only needed a layer of silk gear under the leathers – but the electric gear is always stowed, just in case!

Riding is a great way to let my thoughts just roam, and they have been on the hoopla surrounding the Spokane, Washington chapter of the NAACP – specifically, the head of that chapter. I’ve been thinking about that quite a bit since the firestorm exploded, for many reasons.

First off, Spokane is located in Eastern Washington, right on the border of northern Idaho. Northern Idaho, as well as Washington and Oregon, is home to a fairly large population of neo-nazi, white supremacist trash. Google ‘Hayden Lake, Idaho’ sometime and have a nice read. For that matter, I think it’s safe to say that many northern states have histories that are identical to those of the CSA. You can walk into at least one of the local stores in the town I live and buy a confederate flag, if you so desire – oh, right…freedom of speech and expression. I’m thinking of getting a flag with a panther on it! Why not? Digressing…

I lived in Seattle for 10 years. Seattle is in Western Washington, supposedly ‘liberal’ and ‘progressive.’ When I was encountering discrimination at a sub-contracting office I worked at, I called the Seattle chapter of the NAACP. All I ever got was an answering-machine / voice mail – not once did I get to speak with a live person, as my calls were never returned. I think I left 20 messages over a one-month period; essentially, I called once per day during the workweek, not the weekends. Not too often, and not too little – but I received absolutely no response. Not one return call. Nada, zip, zilch, zero…go figure.

Fast-forward to 2010: Living in Vancouver, Washington, but commuting to Portland, Oregon. I’ve been working for an engineering firm for nearly four years, at this point. My official job title was ‘Administrative Assistant’ but I was really the ‘Office Manager’ – just without the salary or support of upper-level management. Hostility from my so-called ‘team’ was out of hand, and I was documenting anything and everything I possibly could. I call the Portland chapter of the NAACP. Again – straight to voice mail. I dutifully leave a message, then go to their website to see if there’s an email or electronic form of some sort that I can fill out to get a quicker response. There is, so I do the email thing. I also check the links of supposed ‘civil rights’ attorneys in the area, and leave voice messages and emails with them. Same thing happens as did in Seattle: no response. No return phone calls or emails. Nada, zip, zilch, zero…again.

Credit: timemanagementninja.com

So it got me to thinking…were those branches even really staffed with living, breathing people? Or were they just office space rented somewhere, and some person took the money and ran away laughing? Which brings me back to that wench in Spokane: if the offices in Seattle and Portland were being run by someone like her, then my question has been answered in full. She should resign immediately because she misrepresented herself. She lied to gain employment. For most companies, misrepresenting yourself or your job history on an application is grounds for dismissal if that deceit is discovered. She is a fraud. A liar. I don’t know about you, but I’m not fond of liars. I don’t care for people who can’t be honest. On top of that, I don’t know that anyone has mentioned one other, tiny thing in this whole mess: white privilege. She was taken seriously and given a pass because of the colour of her skin. I am just as well-spoken, well-dressed, well-educated, etc. as that woman is, if not more so…yet, she and women who look like her run chapters of the NAACP, while women who look like me (TOO DARK!!!) are disrespected. Our backgrounds are checked far more thoroughly than that woman’s ever was. Our intelligence is insulted. Our very being is questioned – but that bitch gets a pass. Yeah. Hey, Field – you and the rest of your snowblind friends can have her! Hire her to be your accountant or something, eh? People have said they desired an organization named the NAAWP – guess what? You people have one! Problem solved, right?

*SIGH* Oh, well. That’s my say on it. I won’t even get started on that one stupid sow, you know, the one that aided and abetted the escape of those two murderers. She will get a slap on the wrist for a fairly heinous crime, because the spin has already begun on how she was just a “naïve, innocent, country gal” who was “sweet-talked” by “city-slickers.” If you are naïve, then you shouldn’t be working for any prison, anywhere – even if it’s a country-club-type for white-collar felons. Imagine how the spin would be if she were not of European descent!

I’m watching one of the deer right now. She had been roaming the yard for two days straight, feeding often and relaxing in the cooler corners. Some mornings I could wake up and carefully open the blinds, and see her sleeping right near the deck by my bedroom. Anyway, she now has a little fawn…it still has spots. It’s only three or four days old, but bounces along behind and ahead of Ms. Doe. She is lying in the grass of the house next door, at the moment. It’s a nice, tranquil scene…so I’ll leave off with that. I can’t take a decent picture from inside, and I don’t want to disturb them. They look as relaxed as I am…and that’s good.

1st Post 2014!!! ** UPDATED **

Belated blessings, greetings, and Happy New Year to my dear readers! It may appear that I dropped the ball and neglected to do a post for the Winter Solstice AND the New Year; in fact, I was enjoying my honeymoon and decided to disconnect from the ‘Inter-webs’ for a time. I am enjoying the Seahawks standings in the NFL immensely and have re-discovered a certain long-running British series, so I have plenty to talk about besides the bullshit of politics and pop culture. Without further ado, let’s get started and get the ball rolling again!

First off, my fiancée and I tied the knot in December – I started 2014 as a married woman! The wedding was a small, intimate affair which was attended by a few select family members – it was perfect. Who says you need a huge, chaotic service with 100+ guests, a champagne fountain, open bar and catering? How anyone can stay sane putting together something lavish and over-the-top is beyond me. Just the little thing we threw together was mildly stress-inducing, but we pulled it off!

Our honeymoon was delightful, especially since we didn’t need to travel far from home and get stuck in an overcrowded airport somewhere. The deep freeze that has slammed most of the USA has left the West Coast virtually untouched, as usual. We got a little bit of snow during the first week of December, and have had some frozen mornings when it’s been clear and cloudless overnight, but nothing close to the blizzards and 20-below temperatures of, say, Chicago or New York City. Amazing that our hummingbirds are still around – seeing them zipping about when there was snow on the ground was pretty amazing! They are surprisingly tough and resilient little critters. Speaking of critters, the deer wander through on a semi-regular basis, and we have seen a ring-tailed masked bandit make a few nocturnal visits. We’ve dubbed him “Sir Fluffy-pants” and have marveled at how stealthy and careful he is – he sets off the motion-detector lights once in a while, but not every time he skulks through the yard. I love our local wildlife! We also blasted into the New Year with a nice volley of fireworks – and we still have some left to shoot off on July 4th, but we will buy more before that date rolls around.

James LaRue Avery: 27 November 1945 – 31 December 2013

I was saddened to hear of the death of James Avery, the gentleman who played ‘Uncle Phil’ on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I used to watch that show on a regular basis…I’d almost forgotten that Will Smith was enjoyable before he got sucked into the cult of Scientology! Go figure…there was a Fresh Prince marathon on the Centric channel a few days after the news, so I tuned in to a few episodes for a bit of nostalgia. I finally found a channel that has repeats of Bernie Mac and Girlfriends – I absolutely LOVE those shows! Rest in peace, Mr. Avery…you join the ages.

Speaking of great shows, I was in despair over the limited fare that has taken over the BBC channel. Used to be that I could find hilarious episodes of Mr. Bean, Absolutely Fabulous, The Young Ones, and One Foot in the Grave, just to name a few. Now there’s tripe that must appeal to AmeriKKKan audiences, such as James May’s Man Lab, Top Gear, the Graham Norton Show, and endless Star Trek: TNG repeats. Don’t get me wrong; I like Star Trek but have pretty much seen every single episode, so it’s just gotten old. Not to mention, the things about it that annoyed me when it first came out are more glaring and irritating to me now that I’m paying more attention! Anyway, there was a Doctor Who marathon on between New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day – I’d forgotten how much I love that show! I watched it off and on during my ‘teens-ages’ because it would be shown on PBS from time to time. It had obvious appeal to a fan of the original Twilight Zone and Outer Limits series, which could be seen on Nick at Nite from time to time.

Segueing from the small screen to the large: We finally saw The Desolation of Smaug at a small, local theatre and had a great time – I look forward to the final installment, but still feel that plenty of justice could have been done by making it a single, 4-hour movie. At any rate, I’d forgotten that a movie experience can be enjoyable when there are less than 15 people in the seats, spread out so nobody is interfering with anyone else. The trailers for upcoming movies continue to show why I only see one film per year, if any! Ye gawds…mindless dreck such as a sequel for 300 – really?!? Or how about Devil’s Due, which seems to be an infinitesimally re-written and re-titled remake of Rosemary’s Baby. Holly-white hasn’t had a new idea in decades, but people still lap up the shite and call it sugar. Go figure!

Speaking of consuming fecal matter, self-hating psychotic Dennis Rodman continues to smooch the ass-cheeks of North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Un. Looks like Dennis was tapping into his inner Marilyn Monroe when he sang ‘Happy Birthday’! No surprise there…whatever diseases he caught from all those white-trash cunts, on top of all the drugs he’s done over the years, have finally taken their toll. Perhaps young Jong-Un will put him out of his misery! Deon Cole, one of the writers on the Conan show, had a great take on ‘the Worm’…check it out!

Conan O’Brien: Deon Cole on Dennis Rodman

Finally, to the story that made nationwide (and possibly international) headlines: ‘Rocky Mountain High’ has a new meaning, now that Colorado became the first state in the USA to legalize the recreational use of marijuana. My home state of Washington is supposedly going to do the same thing in late spring or early summer, so we’ll see about any so-called ‘pot tourists’ passing through. It would be a better crowd than the usual, local tweakers!

Well, that’s it for my first post of 2014. I have a bit of playoff fever and am ready to see a big game between my Seahawks and the Saints later today. They met earlier in the season and the ‘Hawks put a walloping on the Saints; I have a feeling that today’s game will be well-played and hard-fought on both sides, and the score will be a bit less lopsided…Seahawks by 10 points would be my wager, if I bet on sporting events!

** UPDATE **

My Seahawks were victorious over the Saints! Final score: 23 – 15…I fell within my own 10-point spread estimation! Not too shabby, if I do say so myself – anyway, the NFC Championship game will be in Seattle on Sunday, where the San Francisco 49ers will face the ‘Hawks and the thunder of the “12th Man” at ‘the Clink!’ This will be a game for the ages…I can’t wait!

Time for some tunes – enjoy!

U2 – “New Year’s Day

Slade – “Here’s to the New Year

Renaissance – “Northern Lights

I’ve Been a Busy Bee!

The weather has been great here for the past couple of weeks, so we’ve been outside tending the yard and enjoying the ‘dry spell.’ The decorative shrubs and plants need to be pruned soon…they have been prolific and look fantastic! Everything is delightfully healthy. My indoor plants have exploded with growth since we’ve moved in and I transplanted a couple that needed it; the are big and beautiful and growing wonderfully! Did you know that plants respond to touch? People always say that talking to your plants is good, which is true – you’re giving the plant the carbon dioxide it thrives on – but they also like being brushed and caressed. When you feel the leaves, you get an idea how the health of the plant is by how resilient the leaves and stalks are. Turning the pots from time to time, to equalize sun exposure, is also good for plants.

The deer have been regular visitors lately; we’ve seen the single doe three times in the past two weeks, and the doe with fawns was seen five days ago. She was on the outside of the fence, while the single doe wanders through the yard, front and back – we’ve watched her hop the fence and browse through all of the plants.

The frog pond is doing well: the lily seems to be growing just fine, as we’ve seen new leaves unfurling and flattening out on the water. We put a sturdy branch in the water so that the frogs can use it to get out and migrate when the time comes. Speaking of frogs, I saw a large one in the back yard yesterday evening – it was much bigger than the tiny grass frogs that are common, and was brown in color. Our outdoor menagerie grows!

The birds seem to be migrating: the juncos and flickers are scarce now, and there are fewer hummingbirds at the feeders – I don’t have to fill the feeders as much or as often lately.

I’ve been writing quite a bit on my typewriter – I simply love its workings! It is a joy and a delight to go ‘old school’ in the telling of my life story; soon, that story will be shared with the world. I’m looking forward to it!     😎

I’m currently watching the Seattle Mariners get their arses handed to them by the Tampa Bay Devil Rays – yes, I still call the Florida team by their old, original name! Sucks that the Mariners are losing the series to a team that is in last place in their division! Gawds…the Ms were doing pretty damned good before the All-Star break; now, it seems that they can’t catch a break! At least they finally sent Tom Wilhelmsen down to AAA for some much-needed pitching practice; he’d blown too many games where there was a comfortable lead – Danny Farquhar has been excellent as a closer, except for last night when he blew his first save of the season. I guess that’s not a bad statistic when you look at it, but still…damnit all!

We’re getting ready to upgrade our surround sound system and our DVD/VHS recorder – the recorder got blown by a power spike caused by some moron running into a power pole, and the surround sound has a short in it which causes the speakers to cut out intermittently. Time for some new electronic equipment! We plan on getting some new surge protectors as well, so it will be expensive but worthwhile.

That’s it for now…I realized that I hadn’t posted anything for a bit! Time’s fun when you’re having flies…LOL


Random Friday Ramblings: 7 June 2013

So today, I get online and check out the news “info-tainment” websites. There’s very little ‘real’ news reported anymore, from what I see. For instance, the top stories on the BBC include this article about a man who went on a shooting rampage in Santa Monica, California:

“At least six people are dead after a series of shootings around a college in Santa Monica, California, say police.

The rampage began at a house and ended on campus where police say they shot the gunman in the college library.

Police say the attacker killed two people in the home, two more as he headed to the nearby Santa Monica College and another two on campus.

The unidentified gunman was clad in black and armed with an assault-style rifle, according to the authorities.

The violence broke out before noon, when a man in black opened fire on a house, which caught fire, and then a car, wounding the driver, police said. The suspect fled the scene in a car.”

Crazy, crazy shit…again, some white freak goes apeshit with a gun and murders innocent bystanders. Because of his inborn privilege, other white people will excuse his abhorrent actions.

Next, here’s this psycho-bitch, privileged white cunt actress who sent ricin-laced letters to President Obama. She, and the white woman who murdered the guy who’d won a state lottery, make me wonder why men think they’re trophies of some kind? Shit…seems to me that men lose their cocks, sanity, and lives when they get involved with psychotic women – but apparently the “great sex” makes it all right! They always say that the psychos are best in the sack…go figure!

The sick fuck who abducted three girls in Cleveland, Ohio, then held them captive for decades, has been indicted thusly:

“A man accused of imprisoning three women for about a decade in his home in Cleveland, Ohio, has been indicted by a grand jury for rape and kidnapping.

Ariel Castro faces 329 charges, with 139 counts of rape, 177 of kidnapping, seven of gross sexual imposition, three of assault, and owning criminal tools.

The 52-year-old also faces two counts of aggravated murder for terminating one of the women’s pregnancies.

The women were Michelle Knight, 32, Amanda Berry, 27, and Gina DeJesus, 23.

Last month, the suspect was charged with three counts of rape and four of kidnapping, which includes a six-year-old girl he fathered with Ms Berry.”

Ye gawds…those women went through unspeakable hell. The man who rescued the one and made sure that the others were safe deserves all kinds of applause and accolades – but, because he doesn’t fit the picture of the “hero” he has been dragged through the mud unfairly. No surprise, there!

Finally, the test-tube-produced child of notorious self-hater Michael Jackson apparently tried to kill herself the other day:

“Paris Jackson, the daughter of late pop legend Michael Jackson, is in hospital after attempting to kill herself, a publicist has confirmed.

Paris, 15, is “doing good” and recovering, said Angel Howansky, her grandfather’s publicist.

Emergency officials said they responded to a reported overdose in the Calabasas area of Los Angeles where Paris lives, but did not identify the patient.

Local media say she left the family home at about 02:00 PST (09:00 GMT).

Ms Howansky, a long-time publicist for Joe Jackson – Michael Jackson’s father and the girl’s grandfather – could not confirm reports of a possible drug overdose or multiple cuts on her wrist.

But she later said that Paris was “doing good”.”

I’m not surprised at all by this. She doesn’t share his genes, but she certainly caught his pathology! Proof that money can’t buy everything, and if you’re raised by a nutjob then you’re going to have issues. She’s definitely as white as Michael himself wanted to be!     🙄

* SIGH * That shit is all too much! It makes me weary and heartsore for many reasons. I watch less and less “news” programs, and more amusing thing where I can laugh at the news – and this isn’t saying that I have no compassion, I just choose to donate my time and resources where they will do the most good. Feeling sorry for people doesn’t do a damn thing to help them with their plight, and pissing and moaning over every little thing doesn’t solve anything. I do what I can, and then I take a break from it all!

I go outside and tend my yard. I look in the pond and see legs forming on the tadpoles. I walk through the grass and see a tiny, green frog hopping away to safety. I watch and listen to the hummingbirds squabble with each other. And, yesterday morning, I startled a bear as it wandered past the garage after it raided two of the hummingbird feeders! He ambled away and I backed slowly into the house…that was a better wake-up than my morning coffee. I love the wildlife that I get to see. The peace and tranquility can’t be beat…my blood pressure has dropped significantly since my job termination two years ago, and I see what a blessing it truly was! I’m genuinely thankful to be away from that quagmire of misery and hate – the change of scenery is exactly what I needed.

With that, I leave you with some music for the weekend…I’m getting ready to root for my Mariners; I sure hope they do better against the damn Yankees than last night! Gawds…being a fan is painful at times!

The Doobie Brothers: “Listen To the Music

The Pointer Sisters: “Fire

The Carpenters: “Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft

Dazz Band: “Let It Whip

J. Geils Band: “Concealed Weapons

Torrential Rains…

It has been raining, raining, RAINING here forever, it seems! 40 days and 40 nights…not really, but it feels like it! The last time we saw full sunshine was when we headed into Portland to pick up some items. Since then, there have been a couple of “dry” days where we saw patches of blue between the clouds, a little bit of sunshine, and no droplets falling for a few hours. Right now, even with some music playing and the sounds of my fiancée playing Skyrim, I can hear the rain drumming on the roof of the house – torrential sheets of fast-falling precipitation! Still, I can’t complain. The Evergreen State, as Washington is known, is green for a reason…all that rain! It rains more in Wrangell, Alaska than it does in Seattle, Washington, believe it or not! I think it’s funny to hear Seattlites and Porklanders bitch and moan about how much it rains in those cites. Hey, live in Ketchikan for a year – you’ll find that Seattle is positively balmy, comparatively!

Southeast Alaska is home to the Tongass National Forest, which is listed as a ‘temperate rain forest’ – not all rain forests are tropical! From Wikipedia:

“The Tongass National Forest /ˈtɒŋɡəs/ in southeastern Alaska is the largest national forest in the United States at 17 million acres (69,000 km²). Most of its area is part of the temperate rain forest WWF ecoregion, itself part of the larger Pacific temperate rain forest WWF ecoregion, and is remote enough to be home to many species of endangered and rare flora and fauna. Tongass, which is managed by the United States Forest Service, encompasses islands of the Alexander Archipelago, fjords, glaciers, and peaks of the Coast Mountains. An international border with Canada (British Columbia) runs along the crest of the Boundary Ranges of the Coast Mountains (see also: Alaska boundary dispute). The forest is administered from Forest Service offices in Ketchikan. There are local ranger district offices located in Craig, Hoonah, Juneau, Ketchikan, Petersburg, Sitka, Thorne Bay, Wrangell, and Yakutat…The Tongass National Forest is home to about 75,000 people who are dependent on the land for their livelihoods. Three Alaska Native nations live in Southeast Alaska: the Tlingit, Haida, and Tsimshian. 31 communities are located within the forest; the largest is Juneau, the state capital, with a population of 31,000. The forest is named for the Tongass group of the Tlingit people, who inhabited the southernmost areas of Southeast Alaska, near what is now the city of Ketchikan.”

I don’t let the rain depress me, because I love the beauty it brings! Lush greenery and beautiful flowers, and the wildlife that comes with it…there’s nothing better. Speaking of beauty, driving along the Columbia River is a delightful experience some days. If you take Highway 4 to 403, then cut off onto 101, you get to see why it is called the scenic coast route! Such indescribable majesty – you have to see it because my words would be inadequate. Eagles, hawks, and osprey soar. Gulls and pelicans glide and dive. Cormorants, ducks, and geese paddle and forage. And a peacock strutted by the side of the road…yes, I know that it isn’t a native bird, but there it was! I am seriously going to get a GoPro cam because I guess the damned commercials worked; I’m still wrestling between a Canon or a Nikon for good still photos, though. You also see deer and elk on a regular basis – just the other day, a fawn and its mother grazed in our yard and the yard of the house next door for the entire afternoon! I was sitting here writing in my book and saw movement out of the corner of my eye; looking up, I saw the fawn standing right outside the window with its back towards me. It wandered back and forth and nosed around in the stand of bamboo while its mother browsed next door…it was a peaceful sight. That’s another reason I want better camera, because I want to capture those sights.

The birds in our yard are a nice variety, too. Sure, there are lots of crows and gulls, but we see eagles fly over our house regularly. Flickers browse in all of the yards; we hear them trying to drill on the walls of the shop or the house from time to time. Hummingbirds are everywhere, too! We have a couple of feeders out; one near the kitchen window, and one near the window of my writing / reading room so I can watch them zipping about. ‘Hummer Wars’ happen, too – so fast you can barely see what they do! And just yesterday, when I was switching out a feeder, two hummers landed and began to feed on what was left in the bottle…while I was holding it! I became a statue and just watched them; they looked at me and kept on eating, and a third buzzed back and forth waiting for a turn. I think two minutes passed before they finished and I could hang the fresh bottle, but that was just the neatest thing. I believe that one was a ruby-throat, and the other was a rufous, based on the coloring. Little flying jewels!

Rufous hummingbird

Ruby-throated hummingbird

I was taken back to the time I actually held a hummer in my hand, many years ago. I was 12 and living in Alaska; I think it was the height of summer during a rare warm spell, must have been late July. It was a rare day where I had the house to myself and I was enjoying the peace and quiet…no demands were being made of me! I could read without being pestered to do some meaningless, menial chore. I was reading and heard a thump on the window – this was before the big plate-glass window was switched out for three nice, narrow windows – so I ran to investigate, knowing that a bird had hit the window. I didn’t want the cat to get it if it was still alive and uninjured! A hummingbird was laying on the deck, stunned but alive. It was moving a little, so I carefully cradled it in my hands and brought it inside the house for protection. I put it on a nest of tissue paper, in a shoebox, and sat with it by the sliding-glass door, in the sunshine. After five minutes it stirred more and started looking very alert, so I took it outside and held it in my hands one more time. It hovered in front of my face for a moment, as if to say “thank you,” then zoomed to a tree and sat on a twig – then it was gone. That was a moment in time that I’ll never forget…it was one of those things that gave me peace and allowed me to look forward in life and time – it was like an epiphany of sorts. Life-changing experiences, for the better, are the things that people should hold on to. If more people did that, maybe there wouldn’t be so many miserable fucks ruining this beautiful world for everyone.

I’ll post some songs tomorrow!

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