Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
“Stand between the living room and hallway and wave your arms,” she begged.
Laurent launched into the hallway with the net, and Kim and I blocked the way into the living room. And there it came, a frightened, flapping hummingbird, down the stairwell, into the hall, up against the front door frame, past our outstretched fingers, and into the living room, Laurent pounding after it, swinging the net. The bird staggered against one wall, up to the ceiling, across the room to another wall, back out into the hall, and down toward the closed kitchen door. A determined Laurent trounced after it, swishing the net.
“Is it bleeding? It is bleeding, isn’t it,” Nina wailed.
It didn't stay still long enough for us to check, as it propelled itself toward the living room. This time Kim and I jumped up and down, flailing our arms, fingers stretched high. The bird veered back along the ceiling and thwacked straight into the net, froze, and slid down the screening as Laurent bounded for the open front door. Just as he reached it, the bird hurled itself out into the safety of the wide open sky.
Outside, on the cool cement of the front porch, sat their black and white cat, watching proudly.
Friday, August 12, 2011
This flower, at my lunchtime hideaway, waved in the warm summer breeze, cheering me, reviving me, until the buzz of the brown and gold creature grew nearer. The bee settled into its snowy surface. The flower drew in a quick breath and held it, stilled its movement, its white pedals brave under the tromping legs. The bee remained until it took what it wanted, then lifted, setting the flower in motion again, to sway on a relieved sigh.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
"No, your life would not make a good book."
This may have been taken from the Fran Lebowitz quote
"Your life story would not make a good book. Don`t even try."
Probably good advice.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
When I was a little girl, my mother told me never to lie; that it would bring misfortune. To this day, I try to avoid lying at all costs. However, there are times I engage in verbal fiction.