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Last night I had all the suitcases and clean clothes piled on the bed when it was time to tuck in for the night so I stayed up a half-hour longer to count out shirts, fold them, and tuck them into the cases. I'm really a natural procrastinator; I get all the parts assembled over the day but only scurry around finishing the project at the very end. I try to change and I have, a little, this is really an improvement over doing it ALL at the very end. And I'm interrupting this blogging to pull out my star maps, bag of office supplies (ooh, gotta remember my shark-shaped stapler and a pencil cup), dictionary/thesaurus, the Alphasmart, index cards, and various sized notebooks so I'm never without a place to write something down. Maybe this time my inner spark will reignite... (fingers crossed)
I'm kinda nervous about having a stranger for a roommate. I usually either pony up for a single ($400 extra this time, can't swing it) or go with a writing friend (cda or Lala) but this time I'm taking potluck. Hm, maybe I'm somebody's potluck. I have my fingers crossed that my roomie isn't going up tonight too so I'll have one night all by myself in solitary splendor. (oh, can't forget to pack Breathe Right strips and my knitting... a list might have been a good idea)
Durwood made a double batch of birdie juice since it's too hard for him to climb the hill out back to get the feeder, fill it, and take it back so they're all filled up to the tippy-top and ready for the hummingbirds to come. He called me at work the other day to say that there had been hummingbird dogfights at the feeders that day. I do believe he was giggling with glee. I also brought in the bag of peanuts in the shell so he can carry out a handful to the platform feeder to keep the bluejay's coming. I despair of ever getting bluebirds to show up since the starlings evidently have spies that tell them when I put mealworms on the platform. Damned spatzies. (okay I finally looked up [and spelled right] "spatzies" and they're House Sparrows, not starlings. Grandpa Stephan used to hate the spatzies and the site I just found says that their German name is "Haus Spatz" so that's where that came from. I agree with Grandpa, damned spatzies that come in gangs and eat all the seed, bathe in such numbers and so enthusiastically that they splash out the birdbath water, and chase other birds away, but damned starlings too.)
May 18--Tibet, Jnanatapa Surrounded by Lamas and Mahasiddhas.
touch the center
of the earth
of your self
all are welcome
breathing in peace.
Okay. It's time for me to rev up and zoom off... within an hour. I can do it. All I have to do is... a lot. I'm outta here. I'll try to find time to drag the laptop to a wi-fi spot to blog but don't hold your breath. The more I blog, I suspect, the less success I'll be having so we all hope that the blog is silent until next Saturday. I love you, I'll miss you, but I'll be back. *swak*