Expedition

Today I went on an expedition to meet a high school friend for lunch in S.A. and eventually ended up at Half Price Books where I found many wonders of awe and inspiration.  I was looking for The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas.  What I found was almost better:  three postcard books (about 60-80 postcards in all!!!!) and some brain food all for the low price of $12.

Also went to my parents' house to scan some postcards and was left admiring this sight:  a horse's big ass.  Her name is Cula.  You can see why.  That pile of crap is some of the many articles of useless garbage that my grandpa buys at auctions for no particular reason.  Once I found a box of about 50 broken umbrellas at his house that he'd bought at an auction.  He lived in a tent when he was a kid for several years during the Depression, and hasn't been able to shed that hoarding mentality.

I also saw this last night, which made me extremely happy.  Reminds me of "sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.  Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie."  My pretty swallows, I know that they will leave the nest for good some day soon.  They already fly away all day to catch insects, but they still come back and sleep together as a family at night.  Four young birds and their parents.

Yesterday I hit a sparrow with my car.  How on earth I accomplished this feat, I could not say.  But I did, and it was pitifully sad.  Can you believe I come from a family of hunters?