Sunday, January 13th, 2002 - Bridges Flambe
Despite it being a beautiful day outside today, I didn't get outdoors until later in the afternoon. The reason for this was a combination of staying up late all weekend and The Cider House Rules on DVD. We rented both this and Blow (which we watched Friday night) and both movies I enjoyed quite a bit more than I had expected to (and I expected to like them to begin with). Mom, you would love Cider House, I think. Tim says it wins the prize for most tears shed during the course of the movie, but then he wasn't with me when I watched Tous Les Matins du Monde (All the Mornings in the World; pardon my French). I remember the feel of tears running down my neck during that movie. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, so this afternoon we sat on the front steps for a bit before walking over to Mosswood Park. A very agitated hummingbird - and I mean more agitated than usual - was flitting around the garden, and we stopped to watch her until she flew off. Except that she didn't fly off, wouldn't fly off. In fact, she kept hovering right above our heads (making us uneasy, as we had seen her poo in midair earlier). I stood up to get a better look at her. Heather: Oh, she's landed up here on the windchime . . . wait a minute. Hey! She's sitting on her nest? Look at this, does this look like a nest to you? Tim (standing up to see): Yup. Wow. That looks like a nest. Heather: Cool! How cool is that? She made her nest right outside our door! I think she likes my garden. The windchime is rusted metal, and the little brown nest is nestled so neatly in the crook of the design that it really does take a second glance to notice the lack of symmetry. It's the tiniest nest I've ever seen, about the size of an egg cup. We stood on a chair and took pictures, of course. The momma bird, whom I'm calling Hazel, was only agitated again near the end of this, but we're planning on keeping our distance. I want her to feel safe enough to keep her family in my garden. Speaking of family, Tim might have some exciting news soon. Actually, he has the news, but has to wait until the final confirmation . . . anyway, I'm just extremely excited for him. It's been an odd week, but overall I think it ended up ok. Sometimes when a door closes a bigger one swings free. Sigh, where did the weekend go? A few good DVDs, hanging with friends, a chat with my sister . . . we didn't even get laundry done, but I think that's ok. It was nice to chill, take it easy, enjoy ourselves. Laundry I can do on a day I have to get up before noon to begin with.	Exercise log: Stretching, 20 minutes on precor at the Y on Friday w/ Tim. Writing log: Little by little, I'm working on my short story, which I think I'll refer to as the "mommy" story. Current Publications: "How to Suck" reprinted in From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind I'm currently reading: Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books by Francesca Lia Block Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl by Tim Pratt Books on Tape (usually while exercising): Fierce Invalids from Hot Climates by Tom Robbins.
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