13: Bird is the Word
1. Word is that it briefly snowed in part of the county last Wednesday. Today it could hit 80.
2. This Rose Breasted Grosbeak is the Ruth Bader Ginsberg of birds because its initials are RBG.
3. I ran into my one-time firewood guy last weekend at Dogtown and was pretty sure it was his first time at the pizza/music venue. After spinning and twirling to a few songs with friends, I went over to his table and said, “This is the hippy’s version of flatfooting.” He laughed.
4. I think my friend Steve wanted me to look at his T-shirt but all I could see was his nachos HERE.
5. My Grandson is a Teenager Today HERE.
6. I followed my nose and saw this on my birthday.
7. “May is a beautiful month with a hopeful sound to it (I may write a novel, I may take tango lessons, I may buy a schooner and sail the Atlantic, I may survive the journey), but here in Minnesota, snowfall is still a slim possibility, and I can imagine going out for a walk one morning and with my glasses fogged up from my mask, I hit a patch of ice and slip and fall, twisting, waving my arms and a vertebra slips loose and I land on my left hip, hear something crack, lie with my leg bent funny, thinking about getting up but not yet, and I’m not angry, I don’t call on God to damn anything, but I know I have entered a world of pain and an endless odyssey from Mayo to Sloan Kettering to Cleveland Chiropractic to Chicago Shiatsu to Sister Faith Atkins at Holiness Baptist in Luttrell, Tennessee, and wind up in a mindfulness class in Tallahassee where a woman named Maple leads us in deep breathing exercises and shows us how to exhale all our stress and anxiety.” Garrison Keillor
8. Time for the cake diet: eat a healthy hearty breakfast and lunch, then spoil your appetite with cake and skip supper.
9. Same cake different decade HERE.
10. The birds and bees: I recently read an article in Esquire magazine called ‘The End of Sex,’ that said something that struck me as very true: “If you want endless repetition, see a lot of different people. If you want infinite variety, stay with one.” What happens when you date is you run all your best moves and tell all your best stories — and in a way, that routine is a method for falling in love with yourself over and over. You can’t do that with a longtime mate because he knows all that old material. With a long relationship, things die then are rekindled, and that shared process of rebirth deepens the love.”
11. THIS is a post from 15 years ago when we first got a truck camper named “The Star Trek Enterprise” and I explained how I don’t have empty nest syndrome and that my goal was to camp along beaches and drop shells into a jar at the end of the day, the way others drop in loose change.
12. But now I’m having some empty nest syndrome for my grandsons because they are getting older and I don’t see them as much as I used to.
13. Spring is a fling of short lived blooms, more about romance than marriage. ______________Thirteen Thursday
May 19th, 2021 9:41 pm
How exciting to run across you in the rabbit hole I’ve been wandering around in today! I “know” you from your poetry, yet I stumbled here today after beginning at my other blog (not The Versesmith), https://lisasgardenadventureinoregon.blogspot.com/
I just might join in tomorrow for my own 13 from there!
May 19th, 2021 11:17 pm
Hi Lisa, I hope you join up with TT. We need more bloggers. Either way, I’ll see you on Poets United.
May 19th, 2021 11:24 pm
Happy Birthday, Colleen!
May 20th, 2021 7:22 am
I hope you have a great rest of your week.
May 20th, 2021 6:05 pm
#10 is wonderful! But Garrison, yikes! That Nordic angst! I want my dream to skip all that bad stuff and go straight to the lady on the Florida beach leading breathing exercises. Happy belated Birthday to you and how can you possibly have a teen-aged grandson? (Our oldest great-grandson turned 13 last month, so I can barely remember that feeling.)
May 21st, 2021 7:14 am
Great TT. Happy birthday to your grandson. I remember when he was born and I’ve never met you! How is that possible?