Kichen colors. Diet, Birds, Books

 

It was too cloudy and damp to paint today, but this is the first coat, which will probably look pretty much like the next one. Isn't it fun to watch someone else's paint dry? On the monitor, because of the gray skies and the flash, it is a little too yellow, but in real life it's a nice pale sage green.

First Day without malt balls, and WITH lowered rations, as in a half bagel for breakfast. No fruit on the salad at dinner. The little flowers from the lemon geranium and society garlic will take the place of fruit, for interest. Hopefully I'm not allergic to either of them. Flowers in salads is such a romantic notion, eh? Takes the sting out of not being able to have dried cranberries which are insanely calorie ridden but oh so delicious.

I'm expecting to hear from the contractor about why he wasn't here today. I find this all charming because basically here is a man young enough to be my son who treats me so respectfully, somewhat like an elder, which of course I am. He's such a nice fellow. So far, things went so quickly in the kitchen remodel from the get go, that it was time to take 10, as is said. The marble (Edit: what was I thinking? It's granite!) is beautiful. It's not exactly how the small sample looked but it will look good with the cabinets. Having waited for 30 years for this, I'm very patient about getting it finished.

All the Scrubjay babies were out and about, tugging at the cactus roots and pounding peanut shells into the ground as they had seen their parents do. The parents are still feeding them when they do beg. The lady, she works at the San Diego Zoo, who lives behind us has a big tray on top of her cages just for the wild birds. So many come by now. The towhees where on the fence again, and must have successfully built another home. I have to confess, the pictures of the bird at the corn is actually an adult. The eyebrow tells no lies.

I'm reading "Seabiscuit", the book by Laura Hillenbrand, and it's fantastic. The history of the development of racetracks and safety equipment, mingled with the stories of the jockeys up through the decades, is so intense in places I just had to put the book down. It brought back some memories that I didn't want to relive. But it also explained some things about how jockeys and anyone who loves to ride can actually keep riding even though they are badly injured. There is no feeling short of actually flying that comes close to how being on a big horse running -flying- across the fields feels. It's wonderful. Just don't fall or get thrown. :)