Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Birdie Love
Birds...I don't think it's an accident that the Lovely Carla and I live with two little birds. The ranch here, is basically the "bird house," with four birds (2 of the bird kind, 2 of the human kind) - delicate, flighty, high-strung, sensitive, quirky, skittish, odd. Lately none of us are really happy unless we're all together. The Lovely C. and I sitting at the kitchen table, the little birdies, running around on the kitchen floor. Last night it was "Fiesta Night", tofu tacos, yum, yum. Time seemed to come to a standstill, the radio was spewing the latest news of the world (one catastrophe after another), we talked about everything under the sun, the warmth and laughter (yes, there's still laughter) kind of enveloped us in a genial haze. The birds waddled around, fascinated by the patterns of the tile, pecking at the kitchen cabinets, running up our legs, sitting on our shoulders (Shades of Long John Silver!). They say "birds of a feather, flock together," and like most cliches, I guess it's true.