My lunch has millet in it so starting with a canary photo seems appropriate.
I am so completely and totally obsessed over watching my birds that it’s just crazy.
“Canary eggs hatch after about fourteen days, depending on the weather and how well they have been incubated. It is not unusual for the first round to take up to seventeen days to hatch, so be patient”
As cold as it’s been it’ll probably be four weeks before they hatch. It’s funny how many times I’ve gotten pictures that look exactly like the picture above. If she is out of that nest for too long yellow bird comes and hangs out on the side of it and she returns very quickly and pops herself back onto those eggs. I’ve developed a morning routine, just before I leave for work I grab their food and water dishes and give them fresh water, hard-boiled egg, chopped up celery & broccoli. I think both the birds and the dogs have adapted to this as all four of them seem to be waiting for morning treats daily now.
My new alarm clock worked very well except for one minor mishap. I forgot to read how to shut off the damn thing! I must remember to do this tonight.
I have a hair appointment to touch up my naturally tri-colored perfect blend of blonds & browns hair tonight so this was the first day in weeks that I haven’t had to bring two sets of clothes & shoes to work to be able to go workout or yoga after work. I felt so liberated.
I made contact with an old friend on Facebook. We were very close friends in High School. It was so odd to see her face in a picture. She looks so much the same. It was funny to build a life for her based on looking at her photos. I think she is what I would have expected her to be. She has a lovely family, and a lovely life. She seems to be well rounded and tolerant, and she had dogs, and one of them was a beagle. It was odd. I’ve looked for her over the years and never been able to find her on the internet. I had a problem with having the wrong current last name. Then yesterday the Facebook group for my HS graduating class was talking about all of the people who were gone (yes, that was a terrible conversation) and I found out another friend had been killed a few years ago. This sent me off on another quick search for my beagle owning missing friend and within about 90 seconds of site hopping I found her on Facebook. It was odd how easily I found her suddenly. I’m glad. It kind of closes a circle.
I was reading an article about all of the people who in their fifties and sixties suddenly end up dating their first love from high school and stay together for the rest of their lives and I started wondering if maybe it’s the same for old friends you have fallen out of contact with. I’ve talked before about the fact that I am really am a horrible friend. I’ve just never been able to completely share my life with anyone, so I’m a great friend if you need someone to talk to but eventually it will feel a little one sided and then you’ll push me, and wooosh….end of friendship. It’s definitely a trust issue for me. I think the closest I have had as an adult is my friendship with Mary Beth. (Hi MB!) I have talked/typed much more openly with her than with anyone else, ever. And while I may never volunteer any deep dark thoughts or secrets I think I would feel easy about answering her if she did. It’s a trust thing. Maybe someday I’ll write out a post of all the things I never talk about and only give the password to her. 🙂 She can keep it safe for me.
Another long rambly mess of a post. I do miss having concise thoughts and the ability to write them!