The morning is bright and cold and quiet. There is a wealth of seeds from the bird feeder scattered about, as it was tossed and wacked all night in the gusts, and birds and squirrels abound this morning enjoying the feast.
(Wheels within wheels, levels upon levels, turtles all the way down . . . . )
Above a suddenly quite yard, the Cooper’s Hawk spent some time overseeing the back yard. Suddenly my bird feeder had become a bait station.
I reached the man who will sand the driveway, I was planning on going out today, but I didn’t want to try the gleaming ribbon of light that winds between my house and the road. I’m grateful he remembers me, and he’s grateful that I don’t need sanding until tomorrow, so I’m first, right after his coffee. Wearing my spikes, I walked down the driveway easily enough and got 2 days of mail and newspaper.
Looking forward as I am, to going out west in Feb, I am starting to wonder if the government shut-down will affect my flight. It’s put off until Feb 15thso barring weather, I hope to get there. We’ll see about getting home.
Mid Feb of course, means weather, and potential delays. I may have to make lemonade from it all, and I expect I will get to practice my calming techniques.
I’m grateful that the Air B&B people agreed to return my month’s rent if they get someone else in. Anyone want a B&B in Oregon City for April?
I paid a month’s rent when I thought I’d need a base to house hunt from. I did know I might get caught, but they seem like good folks, so I think they’ll treat me fairly.
Gratitudes abound
There was no standing water in the basement, the furnace didn’t get flooded and all the wood was stacked up on risers.
I’m glad I found out the tops on the dumpster had blown open last night before more than the 4” of water already collected, was increased.
I’m glad the gray squirrel is as annoyed by the constantly yacking and yelling a red one this morning. Not that I’m happy that the gray is annoyed, but after a few gray chases, we both have a bit of peace, although I’m sure the red one will be back soon. Red squirrels are as much an aural experience as anything and . . . I’m so happy I don’t have that sort of temperament!