||[Jan. 27th, 2019|11:12 pm]
There was a mockingbird singing this afternoon, and though I never got a glimpse of it I think it was in the bush that grows in one corner of my small back yard and stretches along the top of the tall wooden fence separating the yard from the bike trail that runs behind the apartment. There were always mockingbirds in the yards of the houses I lived in in Southern California, but the entire time I was in Paradise I don't recall eve hearing a single one. There were blue jays and crows in abundance, and many smaller birds, plus the delightful acorn woodpeckers and, for the last couple of years, a few mourning doves, but never a mockingbird. Hearing one today was delightful, and it almost felt like I was back in Los Angeles for a while. |
But had I been in Los Angeles I would probably have gone somewhere. In Chico there was nowhere special to go, so I just walked over to the shopping center to pick up a six pack of Sierra Nevada porter at Trader Joe's, before I run out. On the way I stopped a the Goodwill store on the off chance that they might have a copy of one of the two Harry Potter books I don't have yet, and indeed they had a paperback copy of the first volume, and it was not in terrible condition, so I bought it. The library is growing.
Tomorrow being a weekday I should probably start thinking about the things I ought to be doing, like finding a chiropractor, finishing my business at the bank, looking for some furniture, etcetera. All the tedious things, in other words, that are not like standing in the back yard listening to mockingbirds by day and hearing the geese and trumpeter swans fly over by night. But tonight, after I post this entry, I'm going to go read for a couple of hours. Though I'd bet it will turn out to be more than a couple.
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