2000-09-23
Dear Diary:

So this morning I wander downstairs for breakfast in what I like to think of as my No Fail Fabric Birth Control.

Yes, those jammies were a Christmas present, how could you tell?  And yes again, I'm one of those feeble cat lovers who also collects cat figurines.  Go ahead.  Make fun.  See if I care! We are talking here about a pair of purple print pajamas of such hideousness that even Cindy Crawford couldn't do better than pity sex if she was wearing them. You can imagine what MY sex life is like when I forget to do laundry and I have to pull these puppies out of the drawer, eh.

Fortunately Paul was transfixed by something out in the yard, so the true horror that was approaching him--me, the jammies, a world class case of bedhead--didn't really register.

See, we had a great blue heron out at our pond.

Now part of me is going, "Yayyyyyyyyyy great blue heron, exotic, beautiful, yayyyyyyyy." And another part of me is going, "Zoinks, great blue heron, no pet goldfish left in pond, zoinks."

The sight of that big bird made me sad for another reason. It's proof there's still no fish in our river, that the effects of this summer's chemical spill have lingered.

The herons must be desperate and scouring everywhere for food. See, we've had this pond over 15 years now, our place is very isolated in the woods, a heron would have to do some serious hunting to find us. None of them ever bothered before.

These are such beautiful birds. I grabbed my camera and tried to sneak out the door towards the pond to get a picture, but the heron spotted me. He lifted off with this wonderful prehistoric grace--really, he looked just like a gray pterodactyl--and disappeared off down into the valley.

Clearly, he has more sense than my husband, because one glance at me in those jammies with that bedhead was enough to send him fleeing for his life.

Ummmm, do you suppose my spousal unit might need to have his eyes tested?

--Marn

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