Journal of a Sabbatical |
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May 23, 2001 |
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cats and catbirds |
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Today's
Bird Sightings: Today's Reading: Grave Undertakings by Patricia E. Rubertone Today's Starting Pitcher: David Cone Plum Island Bird List for 2001 Plum Island Life List |
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A dozen cats have come down with an upper respiratory infection, making for sneezing and misery. There are not enough volunteers today. Bob is out learning how to drive buses, Louise is off visiting family, etc., etc., etc. It's just me and Roy waiting at the sink for the dishes as a young girl we haven't met before cleans cages. And it's not even summer yet!
There's no naval discussion today but
there's plenty of boat talk. Roy sold his boat last year but
still officiates races at the yacht club (which he Cut to Angelina's where I'm chowing down on a veggie sub as if I haven't eaten in a month and watching CNN Headline News alternate between Senator Jeffords not saying anything and the Dalai Lama in Our Nation's Capital irritating the Chinese. The guys discussing the finer points of boat engines between mouthfuls of pizza have left and I'm the only customer in the dining room. A father and daughter come in and order a pepperoni pizza in extraordinarily loud voices. The kid is about 7 or 8 years old. She walks up to me and asks if my veggie sub is good. The dad picks up the remote for the TV and asks if I mind if he changes the channel. I ask "What, not into CNN?" to which he replies he wants to keep her (the kid) occupied. Only thing is he can' figure out how to work the remote so the TV stays on CNN after all. The kid stares at me instead of the TV, totally absorbed in watching me eat. Cut to 20 minutes later. I've eaten my sub and gone to the restroom. The restaurant is full of customers again. I walk out of the restroom headed for the door. The kid with the loud father jumps up and yells good-bye to me, waving as if I'm a favorite relative. Diners interrupt their pizza consumption to watch me leave as if I'm a character in some drama they all know about and I don't. The Dalai Lama walks up to the White House microphones for the gazillionth time on CNN...
Catbirds are all over the place today, chasing each other vigorously. The funniest thing I saw all day (besides the Dalai Lama making the Chinese squirm) was two catbirds running at each other on a fence rail. Neither took off . They ran full tilt into each other and butted heads. Then one changed direction and the other chased after it. All while still on the fence rail. They ran along the fence one way then the other for about 10 minutes. All the while another catbird did a passable imitation of a yellow warbler from deep in a bayberry bush and a confused yellow warbler answered from the top of the outhouse in the parking lot. From cats to catbirds the entertainment never stops. |
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Copyright © 2001, Janet I. Egan |