Not blogging for months on end means that one would have myriad things to tell and photos to share. Announcements, news, adventures, etc. Despite my boring existence in a boring town, I suppose that is true in this case. So, news, with a small “n.”
One day this spring, we heard a weird thud/dooiiuugg sound. The round bottom of the birdhouse that has appeared numerous times on this blog and which has housed several families of birds fell straight down and landed right-side-up. The humidity of Southern Illinois and the fact that it was literally stuffed with nesting material led this bottom to free itself from the walls — all sides at once, apparently.
I’m lazy, and I rarely go outside onto the balcony/deck with the bugs, birds, spiders and other beasties, so the birdhouse still hangs sans bottom, while the bottom is still where it fell. It’s been like that for months.
This is my mindset until I get the hell out of here in twelve days. Forget stuff and the small stuff. I have a dissertation prospectus to defend next week. Hopefully.
Heya! Great to see you back. I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard of a birdhouse exploding… Good luck with the diss prospectus defense: I’m sure you’ll be fucking awesome. :-)
A summarized RSS feed, Johnny?
For shame. Don’t you know that I’m lazy!?
LOL, I didn’t realize it was set that way. I’ll change it to full summary:)
Much obliged. :)