And there she was again, the chubby lady armed with a stick and bad attitude and oozing malcontent.
She is now daring the mutts and me by walking as close to the house as she can, swishing the stick to defend her dubious virtue.
I stand in my door and follow her progress with a stern stare, and this morning at a safe distance, she flipped me the bird.
Not a nice way to start the day, but then, a bit later on, a beautiful bird flew into my house, got a bit concussed and when i finally caught it, to help it find its way out of the house, it grabbed hold of one of my fingers with its little feet and sat there, breathing fast, for a while till the breathing had slowed down when it took a mighty leap and flew away in to the jungle.
But it sat there, on my finger; and it was beautiful
and that made me realize, comparing that little bird and the sourpuss of a chubby lady,that the bird won, hands down.
More birds and fewer--way fewer--sour-faced ladies with bad attitudes, please.