18 birds on a wire
There are 18 birds sitting on the wire outside my window and they haven’t moved for a while. They appear to be talking to each other. Every few minutes one flies into a new spot and another flies into the spot it vacated.
Do you ever feel like you’re having one of those days where you are seeking meaning in the nuances of the day. This morning, as the dogs and I came upon a gaggle of geese, I wondered why they chose to come out of the water where people and dogs walk and then go screaming back into the water. How many times had they done this already? Similarly, a friend wrote about my first love, “he was never at peace with himself” and I thought to myself, yeah, you’re right, but so? Later, I needed a new A-Z folder for my 2011 expenses and wound up cleaning out one from 2006 (since those receipts are older than three years), that year, strung together by expenditures, reappeared before me like the ghost of apocalypse past – was this to remind me that after 2005-06, any other obstacle may now be viewed as surmountable? The postman brought a holiday card with my niece’s four children all leaning on a fencepost, their cute little bottoms on display; I flipped the card over and didn’t recognize my niece – she has grown into a beauty. Did the card come today to make me smile?
What are those birds doing out there on the wire and what are they discussing? Do they have a message for me today? Tweet, tweet or is it Tweet Fucking Tweet. Hard to say.
Why do I keep getting spammed by the same people – Yoshi Blade, Elvis Currency, Blowout Auctions – who are these people and is it possible that anyone in their right mind responds to Yoshi-Blade? Seriously?