The Hummingbird

The bird had been stuck between two panes of the window, a tiny iridescent green hummingbird, no more than two inches long.
I gently picked it up and placed it in the shady part of the planter on the terrace.
It was still alive and breathing and now all there was to do was wait and check.
After a while the breathing was calmer and then came the joyous time
when checking
the bird was gone.
A tiny flash of green living one more day.

On being alone.

It will hit you at the strangest of times, like when you do the dishes and finish all the pots and pans and multiple of doggie dishes and just one dinner plate;
One!
Yours.
And you realize, yet again, that you are alone.
And then you get on with it, whatever "it" is.
Till it hits you at another time.

English Muffins

So here is my conundrum;
If I leave my homemade English muffins in my less than efficient fridge, they get soggy.
Left in a plastic bag on the counter, the rapacious rodents will feast on them, and left in a tin they get moldy.
These are my choices:
soggy vs. partial vs. moldy.
I have tried them all
and partial wins out. At least they taste fine even if there's less of them.
Such problems I have.
Such decisions to make.

I have received so many links to Susan the Singing Sensation from UK that I am beginning to feel a little paranoid.
Do the people who sent me this link sit around and say:
Poor old sod; let us show him that middle age frumpery can win the hearts of the most jaded judges.
That frizzy eyebrows and bad hair day is trumped by talent.
He's got the frump, the brows and the bad hair, so maybe there will be allowances made for the talent.
Or do they just like to share this great moment.
I fervently hope the latter.

Wine is A beautiful Thing To Waste

If computers have minds, mine has a singular and-- at times--unpleasant mind.
I have learned that screaming at it, punching any and all buttons, even running the mouse around and round in crazy circles, does not work.
What does work, however, is cheap wine.
You pour yourself a big glass of cheap wine, drink it, and pretty soon you can not only cope with the antics of your computer, you start to be amused.
The more cheap wine you drink, the more amused you get.
It does not solve the problem of the computer mind, it just makes it a lot easier to cope with.

I was mopping the floors of my house when I stopped and thought

If I were my maid
I would fire me.

A Treasure

This ad has been with me for more than twenty years.
It has become strangely relevant from just being an ad for some dishwasher soap.
Who would have thunk.