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two old birds

It’s cheating, I know, but I was taken with this image when I first took the picture, and regret not having a decent camera at the time to have done better. Still, the image is there, but perhaps more importantly, the image is in my mind — which is why I remembered it when I saw this Week’s Photo Challenge: Dialogue.

Maria Johnson's avataranother cup of coffee

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I took this picture on my phone early in the morning. I’m not a fan of the grainy filter, but there you have it. It’s the two birds that captured my imagination, anyway. They made me laugh, like they were having a conversation.

It’s hard for me not to personify them and imagine lovers sharing a secret. Or two friends confiding in each other.

I thought about these birds long after I took the picture because I couldn’t get out of my mind how human they seemed to me. They’re out in the middle of this lake, standing on a broken tree branch or something, surrounded by water. They have only each other. I imagine how a moment of intimacy like this can transpire between two people who love each other.

I know; they’re only birds. And we’re only human.

It reminded me of the people in my life that…

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a little happy hour — join me?

wineI just finished checking off one more odious project that is in the way of my being able to sit down and play with my toys.

It’s like those Saturday mornings of rushed chores around the house because I had a date that night. Each completed task brings me closer to my goal.

Unfortunately, in my adult life, every time I cross off something from my to-do list, I need to pencil in two more tasks. It never ends.

Consequently, I’ve decided to settle into the evening with a very nice Rioja. And Bugles.

Don’t knock it ’til you try it. In the absence of a nice goat cheese, the Bugles will have to do.

Who will join me?

 

Shadow Syllabus

I’ve never reblogged anything…but I found something I wish I’d had the courage to write myself.

sonyahuber's avatarSonya Huber

  1. IMG_3738I’ll tell you exactly how to get an A, but you’ll have a hard time hearing me. 
  2. I could hardly hear my own professors when I was in college over the din and roar of my own fear.
  3. Those who aim for A’s don’t get as many A’s as those who abandon the quest for A’s and seek knowledge or at least curiosity. 
  4. I had bookmarked a citation for that fact, and now I can’t find it anywhere. 
  5. The only way to seek knowledge is to open your hands and let your opinions drop, but that requires even more fear.
  6. The goals and outcomes I am required to put on my syllabus make me depressed; they are the illusion of controlling what cannot be controlled. 
  7. I end up changing everything halfway through the semester anyway because the plan on paper is never what the living class ends up being about. 

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