A BIRD IN THE HAND IS WORTH TWO … TO FIVE IN THE PEN
My desk, chair and computer at my office
I don’t talk much in the blog about my business for a variety of reasons, but that’s today’s topic kinda sorta. While you are making fun of how clean I keep my desk (yes, I’m one of those OCD types) and are wondering about how I ended up with a baby blue wingback chair, you are missing the point of this whole post.
the tape on the window
If you can get past the desk and chair and look way over in the corner of the office, you’ll see that there’s some tape on the window. A close up of the tape is on the right. WTF?, you may well ask. Why does John have tape all crossing and messy on the window of his nice, clean, professional office. Well, gentle readers, that is a very good question and the post today is the quite reasonable answer: I have tape on my window because intentional killing of a protected songbird is 2 to five years in a penitentiary. WTF?, you may again ask. The answer requires a look outside my window:
bird feeder
Here on the left you see that some kind person has placed a bird feeder in the coniferous (cedar, I think) tree that shades my window from the south. How nice. It’s winter and the birds … oh, it’s just too horrible to think what might happen to birds in winter if people didn’t put out bird feeders. How did those poor creatures survive for 165 million years without meddling do-gooders like the bird feeder person? The birds are so lovely, who could imagine that they might leave several tons of guano underneath the bird feeder right outside my office window? What a lovely sight!
BECAUSE I SAID SO!
The problem with all that is that it is a cardinal pair that have taken up residence in the tree. Why is that a problem? Because the windows are mirrors and the big, red, male cardinal sees another big, red, male cardinal in the mirror and attacks it to drive it away from his home and spouse. But the bird in the mirror just won’t go away. So, male cardinal attacks. And attacks. And attacks. And attacks. The little commie shit is pecking on my window all day. It drives me crazy. BUT, the cardinal is a protected species. You can’t just walk outside your window and throttle the little bastard. You can’t shoot him down. (For one thing, there’s Villa Teresa school across the street and a stream of 9mm bullets is likely to do a slight amount of “collateral” damage, friendly fire though it may be.)
And you guys thought lawyers had it easy.
A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra
I’m miffed again, Muffy. He came home with this long diatribe about a cardinal he wants whacked and he’s looking at me the whole time and I’m looking at him like “yeah, yeah, and … ” and he just doesn’t get it! I mean, there’s the solution to his big darn problem right there in front of him licking its paws, showing him the grandiosity of its belly, politely yawning a mouthful of sharp teeth, and he is without one single damn clue.
No wonder cats rule the world.
STORIES THAT INTERESTED ME
Your fat ass is good for your health
Five Ways the Earth Could Come to an End
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Don’t act as you were going to live ten thousand years; Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.
The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
Book IV, No. 17