Don’t they look like leafless tree trunks?
As a way to celebrate our wedding anniversary last Saturday, Mr. Wonderful and I decided to stop at the Yachats State Park in Yachats, on our way for an overnight stay at Lincoln City, both of which are coastal towns. Yachats is a favorite spot for us. This particular rest area overlooks the ocean and is adjacent to the mouth of a river.
When we got out of the car, we split up with me going south to check out the river’s tide while hubby went straight for the lookout deck. I have this weird obsession with tides, ever since I took a navigational class to improve kayaking skills. On my way to the path leading close to the river, I vaguely noticed a lone seagull.
As it was a bit blustery, overcast and high tide, we didn’t stay too long to explore down the rocks. Went back to the car and when the car doors closed, the lone seagull approached us. It stopped about 3-4 feet and just stared. That could mean one thing. It wanted handouts.
Hubby and I discussed this development a bit; mentioned to him I had popcorn. However, the popcorn bag was in the trunk and I was feeling lazy to get out and get it. Finally, after what seemed like a minute or two, decided to get the bag of that precious goodie. Trunk popped. I stepped out and as I did, noticed that several feet away, say about 50 feet, in a grassy area sat about 30-40 seagulls and other little black birds. Nonchalant and napping most probably.
Once the trunk opened and I started searching, that lone bird in slow motion opened its beak. A second delay later, came out the AHHHRRRRK! AHHHRRRK! sounds. Mind you, I don’t think it even saw what I was getting. But when those sounds came out of that bird, from my peripheral vision flickered a movement from the 30-40 seagulls and little black birds. Grabbed the bag, slammed the trunk shut, ran to the passenger side of the car. Trunk to passenger side only takes a few steps, but those birds beat me to it. Barely.
As I closed the door, hubby asked, “What did you do? I heard its cry.” I said, “I did nothing! Go, Go, Go!” We must have looked like criminals trying to drive away with a loot, away from all sorts of cops pursuing us.
The funny thing is, I figured to distract them from us I cracked open the window a bit and started throwing out popcorn. Some birds were right at the window, collided with other birds in pursuit of the loot. As we looked out the back window, there was chaos of birds and feathers. I must have emptied out a ziploc-full of CHEESY, DELICIOUS POPCORN…popcorn meant to be eaten at a movie theater we were planning to see later on.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
1) I believe that flying is incredible. It’s a faster means of traveling.
2) Birds are no idiots! Don’t look them in the eye as they can read minds and body language.
3) I was not meant to have popcorn. Incentive to see a movie forgotten.
Been absent from blogging longer and longer, it seems. Am still around; been busy here and there. Still knitting.
Truth is, Facebook has taken ahold of a chunk of the little time I have alloted between job, home, workouts, play and knitting. My problem is, if one iota of tasks from my to-do list gets neglected, I neglect the rest since obsessive/compulsive coupled with perfectionist attitude gets me all unglued.
Now that Spring is here with more sunshine ushered in, I actually am angry that it is finally here. Usually, I look forward to Spring. This time around, all there is are the tons of chores spring-cleaning brings and waiting for me to accomplish.
Deep inside, I’m rebelling. Rebelling from years of doing chores, being all-perfect and well-organized. All I want is to do nothing, except read, knit, dance and eat. And the urge to do nothing but fun stuffs go against the mantra from growing up Catholic: idle hands are the devil’s workshop (something to that effect).
With all this stupid turmoil within me, I’m psycho-analysing this as some kind of depression. I fear depression. How could it be depression when I’m actually functioning? Am I just overwhelmed with the tasks I have at hand? Should I hire someone to help me clean around?
Do you see this dilemma I have? Do people go through such rut I’m going through, when life at the moment is actually all hunky dory? Why miserable when other people are actually having real physical hardship in their lives compared to mine? Am I going nuts seriously analyzing absolutely superficial nothings? Have I been afflicted with reality-tv syndrome of creating fluff over nothing?
Well, writing these feelings down actually made me feel a little better and sillier. I will now stop whining and go on with the everyday life. Every Springtime is a renewal. So really, I just dumped all the cr*pped-out feelings here and now ready to move on.
2010 Knit In Progress #2
Yarn: Brown Sheep Lanaloft, Colors Celery & Purple Iris, 100% Mothproofed Wool, Worsted
Laura Aylor‘s ever-so popular Lizard Ridge Afghan
Needle Size: Size 9
Start Date: Mid-February 2010
Target Finish Date: November 2010
2010 Knit In Progress #1
Berroco Alpaca, Color #6293, 50/50 Alpaca/Wool
Sublime #607 Book for Sublime Cashmerino
Needle Size to gauge: Size 4, Size 32/34
Start Date: Late January 2010
Target Finish Date: Mid-February 2010
Knit In Progress #9
Berroco Touche, Color #7965, 50/50 Cotton/Rayon
Sage Cardigan, design by Lily Go
Needle Size to gauge: Size 4 and 6, for Size Small
Start Date: Early December 2009
Target Finish Date: Mid-January 2010
This project is the last of the 2009 projects, even if it had not been finished. I already have a 2010 project cooking in the oven, so to speak.
Somehow, 2009 has been a bit less productive when it came to blogging.
At the close end of 2009, I discovered Face Book! And so, the beginning of a bad addiction started.
Let me assure you, with a built-in guilt from years of being Catholic, I’d never stray too far from a project such as my blog, or my knitting, or anything that is dear to my heart. I’m still productive, but a bit spread-out-thin at the moment.
So to compensate, let me give you a treat for the eyes. Just click here. Trust me, it has something close and related to yarn, providers of yarn at least.