Screw you, OSX, for insisting that I use iCloud to sync my address book on my computer and phone, and then refusing to keep my contacts in sync between my address book and my phone. As they say, you had ONE JOB.
Ahem. Where does the time, etc.
It's been cold this week, down below freezing and quite windy. At least it's bright as well. I think I've been sleeping better. I'm dreaming consistently for the first time in years and years. It's not bad dreams at least. Just ... mildly disconcerting, in the clear(er) light of morning.
Too, I feel rusty. My fingers have forgotten how to speak.
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uilos and the Belgians and I went out west to see some eagles.
I grew up on the east coast and in the South, so there was always something rare and magical about bald eagles. Then we moved out here and... they're still impressive, just not so rare. I mean, there's at least one nesting pair in Stanley Park that comes our way every so often. You know to look for them because all the seagulls and crows freak out in unison if they see an eagle. Kinda funny, really.
Anyway, so, bald eagles are mostly opportunistic scavengers. This is important because come autumn the rivers up here run pinkish with theblood of our enemies bodies of post-spawning salmon. So every autumn, every bald eagle for hundreds of miles around comes up to the mountain streams for fresh ("fresh") salmon dinners.
And I do mean every. We drove west along the Fraser for an hour and a half, to an old mill town at a place where another river joins it, and got in a boat with a bunch of people and rode upriver a bit. I expected to see maybe a couple dozen eagles.
Then I realised that all the white spots in the trees on the bank weren't tent caterpillars, they were eagle heads. Yow. Hundreds of them, quite literally. Not to mention the ones we saw cruising at altitude, or sitting on poles, or chowing down on some salmon. Yeah. That was an awful lot of eagles. Still impressive, though, even coming one or two at a time.
Last weekenduilos's medtech test results came back (negative), and I helped load the Belgians' worldly possessions into a UHaul. The test doesn't bear dwelling on. The move had the standard UHaul trick where they don't really understand the concept of a 'reservation,' so Dawn & Sebastiaan didn't get to leave on their drive to Calgary until several hours after they'd planned to. I'd been meaning to go and help another friend move but between the cold and the wet and the waiting around in both, I was exhausted, so I just went home instead.
Ahem. Where does the time, etc.
It's been cold this week, down below freezing and quite windy. At least it's bright as well. I think I've been sleeping better. I'm dreaming consistently for the first time in years and years. It's not bad dreams at least. Just ... mildly disconcerting, in the clear(er) light of morning.
Too, I feel rusty. My fingers have forgotten how to speak.
Two weekends ago,
uilos and the Belgians and I went out west to see some eagles.I grew up on the east coast and in the South, so there was always something rare and magical about bald eagles. Then we moved out here and... they're still impressive, just not so rare. I mean, there's at least one nesting pair in Stanley Park that comes our way every so often. You know to look for them because all the seagulls and crows freak out in unison if they see an eagle. Kinda funny, really.
Anyway, so, bald eagles are mostly opportunistic scavengers. This is important because come autumn the rivers up here run pinkish with the
And I do mean every. We drove west along the Fraser for an hour and a half, to an old mill town at a place where another river joins it, and got in a boat with a bunch of people and rode upriver a bit. I expected to see maybe a couple dozen eagles.
Then I realised that all the white spots in the trees on the bank weren't tent caterpillars, they were eagle heads. Yow. Hundreds of them, quite literally. Not to mention the ones we saw cruising at altitude, or sitting on poles, or chowing down on some salmon. Yeah. That was an awful lot of eagles. Still impressive, though, even coming one or two at a time.
Last weekend
uilos's medtech test results came back (negative), and I helped load the Belgians' worldly possessions into a UHaul. The test doesn't bear dwelling on. The move had the standard UHaul trick where they don't really understand the concept of a 'reservation,' so Dawn & Sebastiaan didn't get to leave on their drive to Calgary until several hours after they'd planned to. I'd been meaning to go and help another friend move but between the cold and the wet and the waiting around in both, I was exhausted, so I just went home instead.