Not really. It’s magically working again, much the way it magically stopped working. And then started. And then stopped.
Come to think of it, this is just like the early spring we’re not having. Someone find me that damned
woodchuck groundhog, Imma make a stew.
I’ve been dreaming about moving to the country. Husband thinks I’m kidding, but I decided I need a dream that could possibly eventually happen, not just the fantasy of a beach house. This would mean going north, colder but less expensive. I feel the past weeks have been training for a rural life. Internet out, multiple snowfalls in March…yup, I’m ready.
Since we started to have spring, the critters are here. But now it’s cold again, and they’re more pissed than I am. Even the rats are confused, I’ve seen at least three smooshed rats on my block over the past couple of days. They’re usually pretty good at avoiding cars. Let’s be honest, though, better a smooshed rat than a live one.
In the park, lots of screaming birds. I assume they’re protesting the lack of soft earth and worms. But maybe not. Maybe they’re screaming in fear. We seem to have a new predator bird in the neighborhood. (And when I say a new one, I mean new to me, they could well have lived here for fifty years without my noticing. I also don’t know if there’s one or a dozen). In any case, the other afternoon I was walking a dog along a path in Central Park when something whooshed overhead. It was the coolest freaking bird I’ve ever seen outside of the colorful ones that live on people’s shoulders. Cool enough for me to forget to be afraid. I only saw it from underneath, beige, tan, and brown with an awesome, almost diamond pattern across its feathers. Sort of the colors of the piebald pigeons, only not ugly. The wingspan had to have been five feet across. In between the internet being down, I googled, trying to figure out what this bird is. Almost a falcon, but no.
Another sign that it should be spring, Nerd Child is home for Spring Break! Yay!!!!!! I’m thrilled, Flower Child is thrilled, we miss the boys when they’re away.
What to do with your first day of spring break when you’re *almost* fifteen, home from boarding school and just finished finals? Get up early, meet the priest who runs the middle school you attended, and go to the St Patrick’s Day parade, of course.
Nothing a Latino teen likes better than corned beef and green bagels. My mother in law will take care of the obligatory flan this evening. Why yes, flan is a necessary component to St Patrick’s Day. Ask Nerd Child, he’ll happily explain flan is a necessary component to any and every celebration.
Apparently, while chatting, the priest mentioned ospreys have been taking out pigeons by the church. Nerd Child came home and told me this, and I looked up ospreys. YES!!! That’s exactly the bird I saw in the park. Already super impressive, and now I find out they eat pigeons? Mrs Fringe has a new favorite critter. I wonder if I can keep one on my terrace?