Everybody was talking about
the weather at physical therapy today: yesterday's rain
and the storm predicted for Sunday night. I don't know
what the old guys at the Bakery Deli Cafe were talking
about because I didn't go there this morning. In fact I
went to physical therapy without coffee or breakfast on
account of my inability to resist the urge to stay in bed
until spring. This is not a good idea. Physical therapy
before breakfast I mean. Though sleeping til spring
probably isn't a good idea either. I was ready to eat a
house if I could have found a parking space near a
restaurant that served one. Nobody I knew was at
Perfecto's, the place I finally settled on, so I took my
sandwich and coffee home. So much for trying to get out
of the house more. So if there were any miracles at the
Bakery Deli Cafe I missed them. There weren't any at the
physical therapy place.
My arm was so exhausted after
therapy that I did not feel much like attempting to lift
binoculars although today at least provides clear skies
and no precipitation. I have been birding a few times and
can in fact lift binoculars (as well as drive to where
birds might be) but I just don't seem to be back in the
swing of things. I did go up to PI after the snow storm
but the refuge was closed and the road unplowed so I made
do with tracking down horned larks in the parking lot at
Salisbury Beach. If any interesting birds blew on on
yesterday's rain storm I've missed them. How much more
can I write about not doing much of anything
lately?
The Xmas spirit is eluding me. My
shopping is mostly done except for world peace and coffee
for La Madre. Actually, I haven't come up with any genius
ideas for world peace and coffee for anybody on my list.
Last year I lucked out and found coffee mugs with the
kanji for peace on them - thus fulfilling both world
peace and coffee in the same gift. At the Furball this
year I bought a little ornament of Boyd bears arranged as
a choir that says on the bottom of it that the title is
"Peace on Earth" so I guess that will have to do for
world peace.
I'm hoping that going to
Tuba
Christmas in Wickford
tomorrow night will put me in a more holidayish mood. I
noticed when I checked their site for updates that
there's a Tuba Christmas inTikrit next weekend. That
strikes me as both heart warming and anxiety provoking. I
guess it puts my paltry anxiety about driving home from
Rhode Island in Sunday night's predicted storm in its
place.
