I'm Trying Honest

Listen, I have two journal/blogs. Here and this one. http://sparroweye.livejournal.com/

I am trying to keep them both up. But I do have two dogs, three cats, two koi, a ton
of flowers to water and care for, wild birds to feed. Oh shit, I left the hummingbird
sugar water boiling. Be right back...... Well, it's not gummy but it's ruined but at least I didn't burn the house down. Now, see that is just what I am talking about. I have a very busy life and should not even be on the internet. To make the sugar water last longer, I boil it for one minute. But not for five minutes because then you have syrup. I have already ruined one pot in the past.

We had a tropical depression in Central florida which lasted for three days. I think
we got eight inches of rain. The sun finally came back out. Imagine, the sun in Florida. Who knew? I bet the tourists who had paid for a vacation in sunny Florida
that week were very upset.

My birds have not been co-operating much lately. Of course we did have a monsoon
for three days. Oh, and tree and power lines almost fell on our car. But other than
that I have no excuse. I have been seeing cool moths every morning. so, I have become the moth photographer. Ok. There I updated. Nothing new in this blog. Move along. As my friend Dee says. Move along.

First Post in July on Here.

I apologize. I have another blog, livejournal, and it is hard to keep up with them.
The baby owls are still here. I got a very good photograph of all three of them the other day. We are having our yard completely fenced in today with chain link. So, I am having to walk the dogs on a leash over in my mothers yard. It will be so nice to have one continuous fence instead of privacy fencing and makeshift welded wire. Now it will not look tacky and we will have a double entrance gate, and exit gate for our big 31 foot motorhome.

I took a photograph of the owls today. My owl expert tells me that when the two adults come back in March, they will run off their babies from last year. Awwww.... What happened to keeping it in the family. I guess, "all's fair in owl love and housing".
I want to take another trip to Europe. I want to see Ireland and Scotland this time.
Go google the Scotsman, a first class train ride through Scotland. It looks so beautiful. Like taking a cruise but on a train. The berths are fantastic looking.
I am putting that on the top of my trip list. That way I can see all of Scotland without paying for gas, rental cars, and buses.

It is too hot and humid. You could take a sauna out there right now. Just walking out the door makes my glasses fog up. Owl photograph ahead. Enjoy.

Pointless Blather Blog: Dear Toronto office:

Pointless Blather Blog: Dear Toronto office:

I talked to an owl tonight. Sigh.

I can talk to owls. Well, at least baby ones!!!!!!!!
Today, just one baby owl in the jasmine vine. Across the dirt road, all the other owls were
roosting. This one poor baby was all wet and miserable. I think he flunked owl 101. Because
he was being shunned. So, tonight at dusk, around 7 ish or 8pm. I snuck over, thinking maybe
I might get to see Mama owl giving more flying lessons from the awning on the front of the house.
So, I am kind of hiding in the island (a jungle of oak, and azalea bushes by the side of the front
of the house, near where the baby owl is) And I see an owl fly across the road and go right
past me. Then, a baby owl flys from across the road and lands just inches from my head on a limb
right above me. He was perfectly finished, just tiny. He warbled. I warbled. We talked and warbled back and forth about five times. Then he kept leaning towards me like parrots do when
they are going to leap on you. I very carefully walked backwards towards my house. Also I did
not want him following me or getting confused. This was the most awesome experience of my entire
life. A baby owl had a conversation with me. And he liked me. I just wish I knew what we said
to each other. Good Night. ♥ Sigh.

Just a few Things

There are just a few things I want to get off my chest tonight.

My husband is a dickhead, My husband is a dickhead, My husband is a dickhead.

There, I feel better.

Why, just because you are ready for bed, do I have to go to bed at 10pm.
If you want sex. Just tell me so. We can do it, then I can get back up and
read.

Why don't you ever spontaneously bring me flowers, surprise me with a weekend
away, give me back rub without my asking (and then not let it lead to something
else) I envy wives with husbands like that.

Ok, I feel better all done now.

Whoooooooooooooo Whoooooooooo

Let me just say. I love owls. For two years I have had Eastern red Screech owls nesting in a house on my mother's property. Mother is gone, but I know she can see them. I think I will start posting some of my older poetry here. My new poetry does not ring true. It lacks depth. But at the end I will post one of my older ones. See the difference. The richness is gone. I hope this
is not an early sign of Alzheimer disease. I miss England. But I am recovering. But still, if given the chance one day. I will move there in a heart beat. My soul resides in England. My body is
here but my soul stays there.

The Bottom Fuels Me


The bottom of the glass,
The bottom of the ocean,
I am always diving in the
dumpster of life.

Street people,
derelicts,
missed placed souls,
oddballs,
the lady in NYC
crossing the crosswalk
24/7 yelling about jesus.

I want to get into
their skin, follow
them for days,
journal their life
Make a tracing of
their heartbeat.

When I know the lines
are pure and channeled,
the tears run down my
face as I write.

Maybe that's it,
the spirits have left me,
negativity tracks me like a
magnet,
clinging to the cracks in my
soul.

( I don't think it worked. Not my usual flowing stuff.
But, hey, I'll keep trying San Franciso.)

Here is one of my poems from years ago.

Riverbed of Dried Dreams


Dried riverbed dreams,
no flotsam floating in a sea of creativity,
bottom scum raked free of spontaniety,
buried ancient artifacts rise
from the muck.


Shells washed up upon a shoreless beach,
life passing by with no guarantee,
just missed the boat,
lifevests all given out,
no place to be me,
dried up riverbed dreams,
running to the sea.

Big Ben Calling

London was like visiting a land I had seen in my dreams. I wish I lived there. I miss England
already. It feels too hot here, too dry. I want the cold drizzle back The tea was divine. The
Big Ben and Parliment lighting up each night made me almost weep. I was lucky enough to be one block from Westminster Bridge so I could walk down to the Thames each night and watch the lights come on. My husband took this video at 9pm. Behind me was County Hall and the Eye. A bus driver told me that Demi Moore owned an apartment in the top of County Hall. I would love to own a place there. To watch that every night. I miss the tea, I miss the crazy
drivers, the guy playing the saxaphone in the underground, the man on the bridge in kilts
playing the bagpipes. I watched the marching bands at the changing of the guards. I saw
the winged Victory. I got lost, and then found. I saw the fountain in St. James Place. I saw
Trafalgar square. I want to stay there forever. It feels like home, like nothing else ever has.