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desperanceYesterday morning early, the first confirmed mockingbird of the year, testing out his range on the telephone wires. Am I allowed to confess that my heart sank, just a little? Last year they were just so relentlessly loud, between the courting and the squabbling and the mobbing of crows and cats and occasional humans; our garden was someone's exclusive territory, apparently, and had to be shouted over. All summer long, and we have long late summers.
So then I went to coffee club, and thence with Jeannie up to the city to do DIY stuff. I shall be mostly wallpapering Kit's bathroom, which is not only my first wallpapering of the year, it's the first for years'n'years: so much so that I'm wondering if the defaults have changed, if everyone buys pre-mixed paste these days, or pre-pasted paper. Like that.
Anyway: we stripped old wallpaper and painted and power-washed and clipped hedges and fitted detectors and so on and so forth (oh, and found that Home Depot no longer stocks wallpaper at all, it's so old-hat), and then we went to the pub (Steelhead Brewery in Burlingame, since you ask) where I drank a flight of eight beers and Jeannie a Mai Tai. She did take a photo of my flight, but wherever she sent it, it has not arrived here, so.
Today I had my first-of-the-year close encounter with a hummingbird, which was lovely. They're all-year residents round here, so I'm not quite clear why my feeders have been abandoned as I've heard them up and down the street all winter, but this one totally buzzed me on the sidewalk.
And now I am supposed to be finishing my first short story of the year, but stories are hard. And my shoulder hurts. Doesn't stop me blogging, apparently, but it totally gets in the way of writing fiction.
So then I went to coffee club, and thence with Jeannie up to the city to do DIY stuff. I shall be mostly wallpapering Kit's bathroom, which is not only my first wallpapering of the year, it's the first for years'n'years: so much so that I'm wondering if the defaults have changed, if everyone buys pre-mixed paste these days, or pre-pasted paper. Like that.
Anyway: we stripped old wallpaper and painted and power-washed and clipped hedges and fitted detectors and so on and so forth (oh, and found that Home Depot no longer stocks wallpaper at all, it's so old-hat), and then we went to the pub (Steelhead Brewery in Burlingame, since you ask) where I drank a flight of eight beers and Jeannie a Mai Tai. She did take a photo of my flight, but wherever she sent it, it has not arrived here, so.
Today I had my first-of-the-year close encounter with a hummingbird, which was lovely. They're all-year residents round here, so I'm not quite clear why my feeders have been abandoned as I've heard them up and down the street all winter, but this one totally buzzed me on the sidewalk.
And now I am supposed to be finishing my first short story of the year, but stories are hard. And my shoulder hurts. Doesn't stop me blogging, apparently, but it totally gets in the way of writing fiction.