David is on vacation, so Limes is at the wheel. Not "in charge" (that makes me feel uncomfortable, like a skirt with a badge), just taking my turn at the tiller. It is the end of one month and the beginning of another - extra work. The year is half over, which means we just completed the second quarter - extra work. Oh, and did I mention we went 108-degrees Monday? The home dudes were
feeling it. Their personalities are different, so they deal with in different ways. But they
all had to deal with it. An e-mail from the Badger as I plodded down the stairs into the fiery pit, "107 degrees at 6:00 p.m. does not bode well for my race tomorrow." I paused on stair number 17 to e-mail back "Ditto, except I'm not racing."
None of which is
griping, you understand. It's just
different from what had felt normal for a little minute. David here, unseasonably cool weather. One morning you get up and things are different. The ebb and flow of
everything.
While the Badger races near and far, I've got his birds lodging in at the office with my own pair and I must say that doubling the number of parakeets in one's office increases the noise level exponentially. The phones are jangling now (that's the
best work juju) and I have people asking me all day, "Lady, are you with the birds?" "No, the voices in my head are channeling. . . "
Waiku No. 211, An Ode to Birdbrains With a Smile to Express Humor and Affection
Raucous birds, please hush!
Badger, come and collect yours.
I need peace to work. I've now walked a walk of more than four hours- closer to 5 hours than 4, (only once, but
weeks ahead of schedule). The price I paid was one
fairly sore day - say 5 on a scale of 1 - 10. I justed wanted to see if I could do it. I did it. Many things happened I didn't expect to have happen. Some things didn't come up that I expected to have to deal with. OK - balance is good.
For a month or more, the Badger has been getting some wonderful shots with that new camera. He said June may be his most prolific month of good pics ever. Coming home from Mother Badger's and his Tortilla Flats race, he had a lot of pretty dull miles to cover. He e-mailed from WickedBurg, grumbling about the constant bottleneck there. I shot one back: "Hey, Badger, you've always wanted to capture that photo op out near Wikiup. Why don't you get the picture today? I'll put it in my blog." BlackBerry reply: "OK!"
I was buying our dinner hours later when my BlackBerry notified me the photo had arrived. Yes, folks, that is Snoopy(ies) and Woodstock taking off on a rocket from Wikiup, AZ. Why? I don't know. I'm not a rocket scientist or a Snoopy scientist. Woodstock is a birdbrain. He doesn't deserve a scientist. Who would we ask? I don't know. There's no one in Wikiup.
Photo credit: J. D. Morehouse
In my ears right now: The Girl With . . . you know what kind of eyes she's got. The CD came and was promptly burned for me. I believe Beast of Burden shall be played next.
Something that charmed me: I asked a man who is sometimes a curmudgeon to interrupt his journey and take a picture of something odd. Badgers are not know to tolerate nonsense. But you're looking at the picture. And, yes, Mother Badger's offerings have been delivered to me . . . all except for the upholstered chair!
In my ears right now: Rolling Stones, Beast of Burden. Yes, he is a burdensome beast.
