Birds and book, day 20 of 2012
A year from now will be inauguration, presumably, and I just don't see myself being pleased, regardless of the outcome of the elections. Until then, however, the usual lists:
Birds
yellow-rumped warbler
goldfinches
robins
black-capped chickadees
crows
gulls
pigeons
cormorants
goldeneyes
Canada geese
Book
Shades of Grey page 390, aka finished--yes through the acknowledgments even
My bird count is lamentably short: this is what happens when I have to go to work rather than stay home tending to the needs of the birds. Eli reports that all the usual LBBs were about today, as well as the Bewick's wren and Townsend's warbler but I didn't see them. It's possible I did see the Anna's hummingbird but I'm just not sure that I'm not confusing yesterday with today. A blur it is. And, rebel that I am, I am ignoring alexfandra's hectoring about listing certain birds as "American" (goldfinches, robins, crows) and the importance of knowing what sort of cormorants or gulls I'm seeing. Yes, I probably could learn and remember cormorants, but gulls? That's beyond me.
I confess to feeling a wee bit down about the end of Shades of Grey. It's not a happy, feel-good ending and I see no sign of Mr. Fforde actually writing the sequels promised at the end of SoG. For my next book I'm torn between The Prague Cemetery, aka the new Umberto Eco about which I've heard nothing and The Mouse and His Child which was an impulse Christmas gift from Eli. I assume the latter will be less stressy but then, one never really knows what I'll find most distressing.
The walk to and especially from work was very weary-making today; the trudge through the slippery slush seemed to take forever. The main roads may be "bare and wet" but the sidewalks are still lots of crunchy slick snow and, as already declared, slippery slush. Rather than dwell upon the dreary walk home, I prefer to think about how pretty things were when they were encased in ice:
The lavender, for instance . . .
Birds
yellow-rumped warbler
goldfinches
robins
black-capped chickadees
crows
gulls
pigeons
cormorants
goldeneyes
Canada geese
Book
Shades of Grey page 390, aka finished--yes through the acknowledgments even
My bird count is lamentably short: this is what happens when I have to go to work rather than stay home tending to the needs of the birds. Eli reports that all the usual LBBs were about today, as well as the Bewick's wren and Townsend's warbler but I didn't see them. It's possible I did see the Anna's hummingbird but I'm just not sure that I'm not confusing yesterday with today. A blur it is. And, rebel that I am, I am ignoring alexfandra's hectoring about listing certain birds as "American" (goldfinches, robins, crows) and the importance of knowing what sort of cormorants or gulls I'm seeing. Yes, I probably could learn and remember cormorants, but gulls? That's beyond me.
I confess to feeling a wee bit down about the end of Shades of Grey. It's not a happy, feel-good ending and I see no sign of Mr. Fforde actually writing the sequels promised at the end of SoG. For my next book I'm torn between The Prague Cemetery, aka the new Umberto Eco about which I've heard nothing and The Mouse and His Child which was an impulse Christmas gift from Eli. I assume the latter will be less stressy but then, one never really knows what I'll find most distressing.
The walk to and especially from work was very weary-making today; the trudge through the slippery slush seemed to take forever. The main roads may be "bare and wet" but the sidewalks are still lots of crunchy slick snow and, as already declared, slippery slush. Rather than dwell upon the dreary walk home, I prefer to think about how pretty things were when they were encased in ice:
The lavender, for instance . . .