Just a quick note while it's still possible to let you know I might soon be computerless again. It seems about to quit. When I think of how much and for how long I resisted the computer world and how dependent on it I am now it seems unreal, imaginary. No TV, no car, legs not all that hot and a spirit that needs constant reviving. My computer lady is away for the 4th. When she comes back more money going out, I guess. I hate spending more money on this thing but it has become my life even though I have to force myself to write, even blogs.
Yesterday I wrote two reviews of an Andrew Greeley book with my own observations thrown in (about the Iraq war and all the wars since Korea). The computer died before I could post the first one. Got it back and, determined not to be defeated, I wrote another one from memory and lost that too. Computer lady thinks our recent lightning storms might have damaged my modem. But she's in Boston and I'm in Cape May. Right now it's acting normal but I'm on edge waiting for it to do it again. I think I have it all figured out, though -- I think God just doesn't like me and he likes you better than He likes me.
Let me tell you about the birds. Not the birds and the bees -- just the birds. Last week I went to Mass on the Cape May Mall. Right across from the church is a little bakery where I like to get my coffee after Mass and sit on the patio and daydream and watch the folks strolling by, etc. One day a little brown bird that I can't name (I never said I was an ornithologist; the only bird I know anything about is Charlie "Bird" Parker who invented bebop.) came and sat on my table and just sat staring at me. A lady on the next patio laughed. She said, "he likes you." He flew away and soon he and another bird of the same type were walking around by my table. One found a crumb and waddled over and put it into the other bird's beak. I was very moved by this.
The next day I came out with an oatmeal cookie and coffee. I laid the cookie on the table. When I looked down the little brown bird was pecking at my cookie. I broke off some crumbs and dropped them onto the ground and another bird came along and they both had a little feast -- a healthy one too.
This was so heartwarming to me that a couple of days later I went back and got two cookies and coffee and sat and waited for the birds. They never came. I could see them on the other side of the mall, flying around, having fun, pretending they didn't know me. They never came again. Day after day I waited at my table and they never came again.
So you see, you can learn a lot from birds. Here is what I learned: Birds are fickle! Birds are mean! And birds can kiss my ass!
Much love as always ------------------ Chaz