We are quite inconvenienced by a bird.
And we’re learning to let her have her way with us. Continue reading
Trap Door Ignition
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Can it be? It can’t be. (Click title for first part, Trapped…?)
I release the hook to the trap door and let it slam hard on the fingers of the person who’d been knocking below my feet on the secret door.
“Ow!” the deep voice growled. “Karen, open the door!” Continue reading
Trapped….?
For days I’d heard the soft knocking that I couldn’t place. Had Rocky returned? Last year I named the large woodpecker that pecked on my living room window, “Rocky.” I finally googled what to do about birds who nearly kill themselves knocking on windows, and I closed the curtain for two months until the light changed the reflection. I haven’t seen Rocky since.
But still. Knock Knock. Knock. A light tapping.
Alarming
Who turns on their alarm during vacation? That was my cranky question as my guy began to set his phone alarm for a 6:00 a.m. wake up call.
“Sunrise is at 7:07,” he reminds me. So I accede. We’re vacationing at a spot where the sun rises with insistence in bold sherbet colors above the ocean. We have vowed to ooh and ahh at the sun’s wake-up majesty every morning we’re there.
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Fathoming the Unknowable (in Your Words)
When Megan entered the limo that was waiting for her at the San Francisco airport, she gasped. The unexpected passenger sent her a guilty grin.
“Joseph! What are you doing here?” (see The Unknowable, Revealed?).
“Namaste,” Megan’s assistant replied. “I figured you weren’t the only one who needed a quiet and reflective week.” Continue reading
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