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2008-04-22 11:55 AM Nesting Well, I guess I can't be my usual lazy self with my usual lazy start of the day. Hey! I get to sleep in late because I work late shifts... every so often. Anyway, I've been put to task by a nagging she-Robin. We're looking at each other, right this moment, but whenever I put my back to her to type, she pecks at the window. Nagnagnag! About thirty minutes ago I saw an odd ritual in the hanging fern outside my office window and it appears she's laying eggs. Good heavens! What is it about Mother Nature wanting me to see creatures laying eggs? Some of you may recall that I spotted a she-turtle laying her eggs last summer. Those have hibernated, I believe, and I might see baby turtles any day now because they didn't hatch in the fall.
Oh yeah, I started working for Julia last weekend and l-o-v-v-e-d it! It was only a 4-hour gig, and time went fast, but boy howdy was I ever pooped. I wasn't involved with the prep work, but arrived at 5:30 to do the finish work with table set-ups - pouring water, lighting candles, a last minute additional table, etc. The event was held at the Alumni House on campus. The beautiful and historical building once was home to the Phi Delta Thetas, a fraternity my eldest joined when he was a student on the mountain. The group was a shameful lot with wild parties, etc., but then all frat houses seem to have wild parties that emit odors of stale beer with doused cigarette butts. Bleh. The building has been restored to amazing splendor and an elegant plaque resides on a front entrance wall, and honors the brotherhood that once *flourished* there. The people I served my first evening in Julia's employment were leading members of Trails & Trilliums, an event orchestrated by Sewanee Saint Andrew's, a local preparatory school, which has an international enrollment. Trails & Trilliums is a lively weekend event with programs and garden tours and sales of native plants, shrubs and stuffs. It was a good inaugural event to begin my *serving* career. Much like cross-dressing is perfectly acceptable in San Francisco's Castro District, so is cross-employment acceptable on the mountain. Not only did I make GREAT money, I saw people I knew in the community and they were thrilled to see me. I even landed a wedding gig for Julia. It was fun, but I was majorly exhausted afterwards. This week I'm scheduled to do a lot of prep work with Julia and a lot of serving as well. The School of Theology is having an event and there is also a wedding. It will be busy, busy. Just pulled some freshly baked bran muffins from the oven. Yum. Then am headed for the gym. Heh. Oh. When I leave my office Mama Robin flies off too. When I return she returns and starts pecking at the window again. I wonder if she finds me a threat to her nest? Good God, better call a contractor for some major renovations. I can't take the nagging a peck more! Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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