It's For The Birds

The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

David Lawrence
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My house mates are nice people, two men and one woman, Patrick, Dan and Leslie. I hardly ever see them, but when I do they are always friendly. None of them have ever come up to visit except when Patrick came to try to fix my computer many months ago.

They visit each other but they don't invite me over. Why should they after all, they are all younger and I'm the old loon who lives in the attic, something out of a Dickens novel. I like that idea.

I have made invitations to my blog and email buddies to sit on my porch, enjoy a walk by the river, dine on our local Italian cuisine. Sometimes people say they will come and see me, but they don't. The only one who did was Just Plain Bill, who unfortunately passed from us a short time ago. But Bill and I had some fun, good conversation, drinks and dinner. I miss him.

The last person to come here was a former friend who tried to frighten me with tales of my imminent physical and mental disintegration and thus to leverage me out of my happy home into a nursing facility. Thank goodness that didn't happen. As the song says "I got through all of last year, and I'm here."

I figured that if the humans don't want to come and visit me maybe my feathered neighbors will be happy to be my company. So yesterday I bought a bird feeder and a huge, heavy bucket of wild bird seed. I got a lot of advice from the ladies at Walmart as to installing and tending it. Birds are lofty ideas who are intent on life and earnest communicators of a beauty and wisdom all their own.

Now today I have to figure out a way of mounting it so the squirrels don't get to the bird food and the cats don't get the birds.

Wish me luck.

DB
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WINTER QUESTION
(This is not a contest)

What was the most significant event that happened in 2010?

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Only 7 responses so far. Winter is almost over. What's your answer?

DB
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