It is probable that any day which begins with a plumbing emergency before coffee is never going to make my favourite twenty-five.
However, redemption is possible. I took my new phone for a walk, and ten minutes from here is a creek that I suspect these days functions more as storm drain than natural waterway. Nevertheless, it's not all concrete, it holds water even in these days of drought, and its water holds life. As witness, I saw this great white bird and took a really bad photo of it...

...and then when I tried to get closer it flew away - with its friend or shadowsoul, a grey bird of equal size that is in fact in the photo too, I had just totally failed to notice it.
Then I went to a hardware store and decided what to spend my Xmas giftcard on; and then I went to Fry's and didn't find a case for my new phone, so we're back to Amazon for that; and then I walked home.
Hereabouts we like to tent our houses and fumigate them against the depredations of termites (well, we didn't, we bathed all their tunnels in orange oil instead, which has the same effect but is much less disruptive and makes the house smell like marmalade; but people do). Apparently, we do it to churches too.


I've heard of mission tents - indeed, I've written a book that featured one - but this is a bit ridiculous.
However, redemption is possible. I took my new phone for a walk, and ten minutes from here is a creek that I suspect these days functions more as storm drain than natural waterway. Nevertheless, it's not all concrete, it holds water even in these days of drought, and its water holds life. As witness, I saw this great white bird and took a really bad photo of it...

...and then when I tried to get closer it flew away - with its friend or shadowsoul, a grey bird of equal size that is in fact in the photo too, I had just totally failed to notice it.
Then I went to a hardware store and decided what to spend my Xmas giftcard on; and then I went to Fry's and didn't find a case for my new phone, so we're back to Amazon for that; and then I walked home.
Hereabouts we like to tent our houses and fumigate them against the depredations of termites (well, we didn't, we bathed all their tunnels in orange oil instead, which has the same effect but is much less disruptive and makes the house smell like marmalade; but people do). Apparently, we do it to churches too.


I've heard of mission tents - indeed, I've written a book that featured one - but this is a bit ridiculous.