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The wrens have hatched their eggs in the mopbucket on the carport; I hear teeny cheeps of wee little wren-lets and see busy parents toting bugs to them. The parent birds seem indignant if I step outside. They fly to a nearby bush and scold me to get out of the way--so I do if at all possible. Since their nest is only two feet from my back door, we're all feeling territorial.
Yesterday evening I ruffled their feathers when I went out to do a load of laundry (my laundry room is in a room on the carport.) The water looked awfully orange. Oh Oh. A break in the water main somewhere, red clay soup was in the water. I phoned the prez of our water assn. Yep, someone with a bulldozer had dug up a tree and torn up the water lines. He was down in a hole repairing it, and said don't use the water for anything except toilet flushing until tomorrow.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a third world country. Frequent water main breaches, power going off with every little bit of wind etc. Nearest place to even get a burger is a 20, 30, 40, or 50 mile round trip. But with water contamination I couldn't cook, (good excuse) so took the 50 mile trip to go to Pizza Hut. Two tables were pushed together--six little boys maybe seven or eight years old, in karate outfits, sat at one end, their mothers at the other end.
Oh Oh. It was Tuesday night buffet, Kids Eat Free! The place was crowded. The boys were happily eating and talking, innocent wee things who were too young yet to understand about earthquakes and typhoons and war and other terrible things that all too soon will influence their lives and the matrix of the world they inhabit.
One curly haired boy gave a thoughtful glance at a farmer, bent with age and arthritis, as he passed their table. So much to learn, so short the length of time to pass through the fire and be formed. I hope they enjoy every moment of their childhood and have good memories to sustain them. Susil
