I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
In a small community there are consequences to anger and acting crazy but people still need to depend on each other. Every village has an idiot (sometimes beloved).
But in larger (or segregated) places where folks don't know nor depend on each other it's easier to get away with violence or hatred.
We had three bad thunderstorms here in the last month. Very unusual for Missoula. It's like tornadoes off the Great Lakes... happens but seldom. I remember a black sky from my childhood with huge raindrops. Yep. A small tornado. Happened once a decade. One hit the Buffalo riverfront last month near where I once lived.
How wonderful! I like all animals, too. funny about the elephant mimicking the drummer. My cat is into my books and my cellphone, also. How lovely that you get to see wildlife where you are. Your account of chipmunks and the deer is so precious.
Write a poem or stream of consciousness entry about something you do every day.
Stream of Consciousness referenced from Wikipedia:"In literary criticism, stream of consciousness is a narrative mode or method that attempts "to depict the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind" of a narrator.[1] The term was coined by William James in 1890 in his The Principles of Psychology, "
Windows On The World
How odd. there's a bunny stalking toward the base of the tulip tree. Is there something in the grass there? Oh! a red squirrel at the base of the tree. The rabbit chased the red squirrel up the tree. Ha! Rabbit is running toward the apple tree, red squirrel is chasing rabbit. . Their kind of young, just playing. Hmm, there's another red squirrel in the maple on the corner. I wonder why we have chipmunks and red squirrels but never any bigger squirrels like you see in parks. There use to be lots of different kinds of squirrels in the woods when I was young.
I can be found in any weather, at different times of day, pausing to daydream, while staring out my living room windows.
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