2020 can't be over soon enough for me.
In spite of my "one day at a time" philosophy, I'm finding it difficult to stay the course.
I would say the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg was the last straw, but something tells me that, with 3 1/2 months left in this bizarre year, we have a long way to go.
So, this morning, after I skimmed the newspaper, read the funnies and did my best with the jumble puzzles, I turned my attention to the window to my backyard.
There I found about two dozen grackles, a couple of red winged blackbirds and a few brave sparrows, all vying for the premium birdseed I'd put out.
Alas, my puny feeder was not made for a descending herd, and while the grackles did their best, they were having trouble gaining purchase. So, being the birdie hostess with the mostest, I went out and threw a bunch of seed on the ground.
This did the trick, and soon they all tucked into the banquet in the grass and chowed away, leaving room at the table above for the more petite sparrows.
Inevitably, a squirrel came along to see what he was missing. In a serpentine move, he tried to nonchalantly sashay his way across the lawn toward the feeder. Alas, he couldn't compete with the grackles, so he backed off, prudently deciding he didn't want to risk getting his eyes pecked out.
Maggie and I watched until the show ended.
I know this isn't much of a post today, but I needed to remind myself of the persistence of life, nature's ennui with human concerns and that, in spite of the minefield that is 2020, it's a beautiful day outside my window and I need to go out and enjoy it.
I hope you can, too.
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