Monday, October 2, 2000

 

3:02 a.m. Yeah, really tired -- been working so hard all evening -- my shoulders are all stiff and I feel achy all over and if I were smart, I'd scribble a quick note to my handy notify list and go to bed. That's what the list is there for, after all ...

... but first I had to check and recheck the thousand and one pages I've just composed for our nascent, but growing iBachelor site. They'll be posted tomorrow, probably while I'm sleeping. That done, I hopped over to check out Roe's wedding, because I can and because I love a wedding. I do, that.

If any bride on this earth ever deserved happiness, it's our little Metrocake.

Sigh. Does that deplete the handy, accessible stuff at the front of my brain? Pretty much. My hands are cold as I sit here and I'm sitting on them between paragraphs to warm them up. I could turn on my little heater, but if I do, I'll be lulled to sleep sure as I'm sitting here and then how will you know what's new, what's worthwhile, what's that bird in the picture up to?

I watched as he grabbed item after item out of the trash and flew with it down to the sand. If it was a styrofoam burger cradle, he jabbed at it with his beak a whole bunch of times, almost just to hear the hollow sound. Or maybe he was frustrated -- or thorough.

And then, after he got the trash emptied out, he actually jumped off the rim and into the can ... you'd think that was a pretty suicidal move for a bird, wouldn't you? I'll bet you didn't know that these birds have incredible, springy legs ... I certainly didn't. He was deep in the can one minute and then boing! Up and out on his bouncy legs.

Where would the muscle be, I ask you? His legs are sticks; mere twigs.

A mystery. (I've turned the heater on. It's blowing out very dusty air. The dust, as well as any unlucky spiders and daddy long-legs, is cooking now.) Welcome to October.

I'm really looking forward to the debates tomorrow night. It's too bad we can't hear from all the candidates, however. What could possibly be wrong with letting everybody -- nut just the biggest and the strongest -- have a stab at the junk in the can?

It's amazing how powerful my tiny little heater is. It's amazing how big our electricity bill can grow. The warmth is taking hold, wrapping itself around me like a blanket. Ah, so nice. Blanketing out all coherent thought, too, I might add.

Best to creep away while I still have my dignity. Get out while I can. Can't always be bouncy, you know.