I was sitting at home, minding my own business, when I heard it.
A bird chirping rather insistently outside the window.
It sounded like it was saying, “Judy, Judy, Judy, Judy, Judy.” Five times in a row. Sometimes three. I counted.
What, is the ghost of Cary Grant reincarnated as a bird outside my window?
I suppose I should have looked to see what kind of bird it was, but I didn’t.
Apparently Cary Grant never actually said, “Judy, Judy, Judy” in any of his movies, but someone got him to say it in a Q&A once upon a time.
Also if you for some reason I can’t imagine feel the need to say Judy a few more times, watch this. You’re welcome.
So how is your quarantine going?
Early in the pandemic there were reports of reduced air pollution due to fewer commuters on the road. Even the canals in Venice, Italy cleared up because of reduced boat traffic. One thing I’ve noticed is a ton more wildlife outside my window. Birds of several varieties, squirrels, bunnies, chipmunks. I don’t know if it’s thanks to reduced traffic in my little neighborhood (there wasn’t that much to begin with), having more time at home to stare out the window at the yard and birdfeeder, better weather this year for the animal kingdom, or I’m getting old and it’s just what the elderly do – take up birdwatching. And squirrelwatching.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ~Matthew 6:26
When I do curbside pickup at the grocery – or even when shopping in-store for any of umpteen for-some-reason-high-demand items – I keep channeling my inner Forrest Gump and saying it’s like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get. What is out of stock? Did my shopper do a good job selecting the produce? Do I need to use the avocado ASAP or can it ripen for another day or two? Are the mushrooms on the verge or are they the fresher ones I prefer? What, if any, substitutions did they make?
The most interesting sub to date was the hard salami from the deli in place of pastrami.
It’s like a box of chocolates. With the possible exception of the coconut ones, all good. And the surprise is half the fun. I look forward with amusement to learning what will be loaded into my car with each curbside order.
Luckily my people also enjoy hard salami.
