Well on Thursday (May 15^th) the contractors installed the bird netting. It is great. I paid the $185.00 + 5% GST (Goods & Services Tax) = 194.25 ($195.00) and relaxed with a Cheshire cat smile plastered on my face. ‘I won the war’ albeit a bit battered and bruised, still I won the war. I waited knowing it was only a matter of time before they swooped in cooing and walking across my balcony in either the eastern or western direction where they have nests as they would stealtly ignore my frantics shoos, and shouts (go away!, get out!) as they made their way happily to their nested destination engrossed in deep pigeon conversation . A few other birds swooped by and veered off at the last moment when they realized there is netting.  

Then the winged vagabonds flew in attempting a swoop landing so they could walk across to either side of my balcony (my neighbors to the left and right of me). I could see them. They both stood there cooing to each other as if to say ‘What the hell is this shit’. 'Oh no she didn't' they seem to say looking at each other, then at the netting making their cooing songs. I stood observing. They tilted their heads this way and that looking at each other and making sounds as if to figure out just how they can accomplish getting from point A to point B. I stepped out the door unto the balcony and said to them, ‘I am sorry you will have to find another means of getting from here to there, my balcony ledge is no longer your thoroughfare. They looked at me and cooed as if to say ‘Up yours lady’ and being the generous spirit that I am, I smiled and stepped closer saying, ‘you’re welcome’ as they flew away. I cannot tell you what a relief it is. No more sticks, nests, incessant flutter, flutter, flutter, coo, coo, coo. It was money well spent even if it blew my budget. Just one of life’s unexpected demands that one occassionally must rise and attend to.  

Blessings all…I trust you are all doing well, if not take each day as it comes and remember that while you may not be able control any of what enters your sphere you can absolutely control what you do about it and how you allow it to impact and influence who you become having live through the experience.

It’s been a while since I have read, not because I couldn’t or because I do not have books to read but because it’s a mood thang. While I am inspired to quench my thirst for knowledge with insatiable bouts of avid curiosity to delve into the architectures of carefully crafted novels, authentic histories, research into future possibilities of this or that, spiritual enlightenment, medical misnomers and the like it is often mood that I allow to dictate and manipulate when I will and will not read. Unless of course I am feeling particularly rebellious to my mood and I engage in the assertion of my WILL and tell my moods to take a flying leap off a tall building. Having asserted my WILL by designating my mood mute and ineffective, I am now reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, a birthday gift from my brother, it’s going good so far. I got some really great stuff on my birthday so now am basking…