Brown creeper update Day 5,347.
Sing it with me …
I still feel like … a creeper’s creeping on me.
The newest resident of the house adapted quickly to the absence of a couple limbs and is still flying regularly into the window.
I have approximately 5,347 pics on my phone of birds. The majority are probably the one bird.
If you wonder why the window is looking a mite smudged … I call this one Little Dirty Birdy Feet.
I also have approximately 5,347 pics of icicles.
We’re having a snowy, icy February. I’m kind of okay with it. We are fortunate that, unlike in many parts of the US, our power has stayed on and our road crews are equipped to deal. I’ve been grateful to have decent enough conditions (just barely) to go for a walk every few days.
Pandemic life has encouraged many of us to amp up our work/school/workout/caffeinate from home game. Nesting while the weather outside is frightful has become more accessible and comfortable for many.
On the other hand, cancel culture has been interesting the last couple weeks. Interesting, meaning saddening. Curious. Scary at times. Someone suggesting the way of grace and love was canceled for suggesting the way of grace and love. When they apologized for daring to suggest the way of grace and love for someone who had apologized for insensitive rhetoric … nope. Still canceled. Apologies are not allowed. Perfectionism is required.
This week I’ve been greeted with friends virtually dancing on a grave, the likes of which I’ve not seen since the death of Saddam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden. Or perhaps even Hitler.
I’m just waiting to see people parading around with a pig’s head on a stick on the evening news. And it being celebrated.
I’m sure someone will try to mansplain me on why their revelry is justified. I probably won’t hear them, though, as I’m handing out 30-day snoozes like Oprah again. The way of grace and love doesn’t entertain that horse hooey.
The way of grace and love makes homemade candy on Valentine’s Day …
And, upon receiving a phone call suggesting Mexican takeout, throws the previously planned mushrooms in a skillet while the takeout is en route and combines the two. Note this meal may have been inspired by Saturday night’s Hallmark premiere, in which the male lead owns a Mexican restaurant.
Grace and love, friends. May you be creep-free.
