My view

My view from the breakfast table of a small part of our backyard provides me with a variety of happenings in nature.

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Most mornings one or two rabbits who live under our deck nibble on grass.  At least one chipmunk scampers across the deck.  Various birds such as robins, wrens, woodpeckers and the occasional blue bird peck at the ground and surrounding trees for bugs and worms.  No fewer than four squirrels defy gravity with their aerial antics as they jump from branch to branch, tree to tree.

This morning a hummingbird frequented the hummingbird feeder and several squirrels ran helter-skelter across the ground.  A large hawk swooped down several times towards the squirrels.  Was he successful?  I’m not sure but the backyard became a ghost town rather quickly though the hummingbird (circled in the photo below) seemed oblivious to the drama.  I could hear other song birds in the trees.

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But all the small furry creatures where nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t my hair

Almost every Sunday morning I go to church and then to the market.  It’s a regular routine I’ve had for at least 20 years.  It started when my kids went to CCD after Mass and I had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before I had to pick them up.  It worked out fine as I would be able to shop on the first day of the sales and have fresh food to pack lunches for the week.

The kids are grown and live elsewhere but I still go to the market Sunday mornings.  I typically see some of the same people there every week.  Evidently it’s their routine as well.

Usually I see one of the office people from my doctor’s office there with her husband.  Sometimes we just say ‘Hi” and other times we talk for a few minutes.

The last time I saw Sherry she remarked that she really liked my hair and asked who cut/highlighted it.  She went on and on about the color and style.  I hadn’t done anything different to it for a several weeks but she was sure I changed something.

Want to know what I did?

I got new glasses.

My old glasses just disappeared on my face.  Silhouette Titan Dynamics.

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My new glasses don’t.  Fysh Urban Eyewear #3458 brown and lime.

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I love them.  Maybe I’ll let you see them on my face sometime.

I think it’s fixed

I have not turned on my computer at home for several days.  When I do turn it on, I check my emails and that’s about it.

A good amount of my time at work is spent on a computer.  Right after Easter I started having issues, challenges, problems with it.  The computer, not work.  I blame it on an update that I didn’t authorize.  Whatever.  The damage was done.

So our IT person and I worked on it all last week trying to figure out what to do with it.  We got it semi-functional.  Then out of habit I shut it down on Friday before I went home.

This past Monday it would turn on and that’s about it.  Error message after error message kept coming up.  We did a factory restore that allowed us to save all my data first.

I had to reinstall all my programs and try to get all my data back when it belonged.  My email program was a disaster.  I did import all my contacts and messages however it was an updated version and none of my “rules” and mailboxes were there.

Needless to say I didn’t want to look at a computer screen for a while when I didn’t have to.

Hopefully things will continue to improve.

Smells of spring

Yesterday I had my car windows opened on my way home from work.

I could smell freshly mowed grass infused with the wild onions that pop up in most everyone’s yard around here.

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Some sweet floral scent drifted through the windows as well.

When I got home, the unmistakable aroma of a charcoal grill filled the air.

It rained overnight and will be raining here most of the day.  With spring rain comes the smell of worms.  I must have dodged hundreds of them while walking from my car to the office.  I thought about posting a picture of worms here but it was just too gross.  Plus posting from my iPhone is not easy.