Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
posted by Dr. S at 3:15 PM
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
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Happy recovery? I hope everything's okay on the home front!
Yes! My pretty mama had to have some extruded cartilage removed from her meniscus (doesn't that sound dirty?) the other day. And it all went extremely well, from everything that she's said and that the doctor can tell. She was able to walk out of the office with no crutches or anything and was back home again within hours of having gone in!
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