Birds & a Sock

This morning I had a couple birds posing for me.  First this hummingbird hovered at the feeder long enough for me to snap a couple pictures.  It kept its back turned so I couldn't tell if it was a male or a female but its size leads me to think it's a female (they're a bit bigger).

Then a couple Downy Woodpeckers came to pose.  This male spent a few minutes snacking on the suet and then this one spent some time pecking around the peanuts.  I couldn't see if it was a male because it didn't turn its head but it left when the male did so I'm guessing it was either a female or a fledgling following daddy around.








 
I picked up the Pink & Gray Anklet this afternoon and realized that the last time I'd put it away I only had one more decrease round to knit before it was time to Kitchener the toe shut, weave in the tails, and be done.  Why do I do stuff like that?



I know why I'm doing it now.  My brain isn't connected to any part of me right now, it's off in la-la land doing loop-de-loops trying to figure out what I need to do next and how to live without Durwood to take care of and worry about.  I'll get it, I know it's too soon to expect anything else, but I just feel so... so scattered.  I did some closet reorganization today so that I'm not in danger of an avalanche when I open my closet.  


Yesterday I grilled the boneless chicken parts I'd marinated for a couple days.  I should probably portion it out tomorrow, eat some, and freeze the rest.  Maybe I'll manage to make curried chicken salad too.  That would be good.  I bought a loaf of multigrain bread at Breadsmith the other day and have been eating it almost exclusively since.  Tonight I made an egg scramble with peppers, onions, and WW sausage on toast.  Hey, at least there were veggies involved.  I call that a win.


August 23--Odilon Redon, Yachts on a Bay.  It wasn't the greatest day to be at the beach.  The wind blew the sand around, swirling it in a cloud that blasted Amber's face and got in her eyes.  It was cold for the end of September too.  She hadn't packed a warm jacket so she shopped the clearance rack at the convenience store.  The only warm thing they had was a sickly pink hoodie three sizes too big with a picture of a sailboat and "Coming About" on the front.  She huddled in it against a sand dune and wondered what she was doing there.

Well, I fell under the lure of buying more of those creepy little soft toys.  I googled them and found them for almost half-price at what looks like a farm supply store in Minnesota and even with shipping they're much cheaper.  Now I'll have to find something that LC is crazy about playing with.  *sigh*  This Meemaw-ing can be hard work.  I'm tired and am turning in.
--Barbara