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The Lucky Day

Friday, October 9, 2009

I know. It's been a long time since I posted Chet. Here's a fresh picture for you, of Chetty at the top of the tower stairs, hoping to get a lift down. You may be sure he got both a kiss and a lift, a hug and a squeeze. He saves me every day, my little carved ebony lovepuppy.

I woke up at 3:30 AM yesterday morning, and my nasty old brain revved right up and said GET GOING YOU HAVE WORK TO DO and my body said WAAAAH WHY WHY WHY and my brain answered JUST BE GLAD IT'S NOT 2:30 I COULD DO THAT, YOU KNOW! AND NEXT TIME I JUST MIGHT! HERE, HAVE SOME MORE HORMONES SOME ESPECIALLY CRAZY ONES!

Can you just stop with the hormones? I am a sane, productive person trapped in the body of a cackling madwoman. Trying to claw my way out of this pod.

So I stayed up for five more hours, to get Bill off to Boston and Phoebe on the bus at 6 AM and Liam on the bus at 7:45 and I fed everybody and made sure they had all their stuff and at 8:30 I crawled back into bed supposedly to edit my manuscript but we all know that lying in bed with a couple of pounds of paper on one's chest is the surest soporific there is. The sun was streaming in on my face and Chet was warm and satiny and snoring gently by my side and my arm was draped over him and two hours just flew away while the world waited and life got better. Bluebirds were chattering and singing outside the whole time.

When I woke up I went out into the greenhouse which I had filled up for the winter only the day before

and I gazed at my plants and breathed and was thankful for this wonder, this best gift ever, this little summer-crammed room, saving my soul even as things are dying outside

for those big shrubs on the top shelf are gardenia and poet's jasmine, the things I need to survive winter...and oh I must take some heliotrope cuttings today!! I always forget!

There are hibiscus and begonia

and many geranium cuttings, rooted and just waiting to burgeon. There is lobelia seeded into every pot, already abloom. So we will have plenty of whitefly this winter.

And I walked out into the backyard and saw a bird hopping on the ground and thought, that doesn't seem right, that it should hop like that with me nearby...
so I drew closer and darned if it wasn't a male bluebird who couldn't fly.

He scuttled into the grass and hid silently but I dug him out for his exam.

and he proved to be surely the fattest most beautiful bluebird on the planet. From the shrill of his voice when I picked him up I could tell he was born this year, perhaps on our place. His wings check out, no breaks or even bruises and he's fat as butter but he can't fly so I will give him food and time and love.
and later on when he's rested up and trying his wings, a screened flight tent and we will see what all that does for him.

His two companions keep circling the yard looking for him and calling and calling. They saw me catch him and take him inside and I swear they followed me around the yard all day, calling disconsolately. I told them I'd get him back to them as soon as I could.

It was a lucky day all around. Lucky for him, lucky for me.


It seems that the world is a better place with you in it!

Blessings to you and all in your world. This is simply...lovely. Thank you.

Such goodness through and through.

Beautiful accounting of a day's evolution--thanks.XOM.

Loving your posts--so heartwarming. And loving traveling vicariously through your blog.

Thanks for the Chet fix!

It's great when birds just scold scold scold, even though you are helping out--they don't know that--they just know to scold.
And, you're right--it was time for a Chet Baker fix.

All kinds of new experiences here at blogspot. For instance, the almost irresistable urge to lean over and kiss one's monitor while at work.

And lucky for us that there is a JZ in this world!

Posted by Anonymous October 9, 2009 at 2:04 PM

Lovely post Julie. BTW -many nice comments on my new Zickefoose print!

I just love your reflections on nature and your world. If your next book is anything like LFE, then I'll gladly spend the money for it!

Thanks for the Chet fix - and a Friday bonus round to boot. That bluebird is perfection. I am road-tripping on the San Pedro River in AZ right now listening to curve bill thrashers and their bubbly, bobwhite-on-speed dusky calls and watching Gambel quail forage for leftover feeder droppings. A long way off from Eastern bluebirds!

Lucky little guy indeed. Hope he heals from whatever is keeping him from being airborne. Looking forward to the visits to your Shangri-La in the winter via your photos.

What a cute doggie you have. Thanks for rescueing the bluebird. The Eastern Bluebird are one of my favorites and are the bird that got me into birding.

One CB pic??? That's it? Geez! Quite honestly after Chet, the one thing I envy the most is your garden pod. How sad that it was only a prototype. Bill was awesome to snag it for you. .

A nap with Chet and a fist full of bluebird. What a marvelous day.


Lovely post. Having survived this amazing hot-wired state, I empathize. The description of your pre-nap conditions nearly lulled me to sleep too! And of course, the timing couldn't have been more perfect for your Bluebird(s).

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