My Feathered Kinfolk And Stuff

My feathered Kinfolk have returned to their Winter Homes and stop by for a bite-n-sip every dawn and dusk. On occasion one will stop by for a snack during mid-day. Bless their heart's.

I had to bury one this morning and am still thinking about it's Spirit. Off to a safer flying place, because my Lil' Black Cousin here flew straight damned into the screened patio in the Eastern wing of the lodge. I suspect this was a sudden death - breakage of the neck and all that. No visible signs of trauma, so I know it wasn't a trophy from one of our hounds and not a drip of blood. Buried our Black Winged Cousin, immediately under our six year old avocado tree. Someday, my Black Winged Cousin's, Kinfolk will come to this very tree to relax their wings a minute, have a bite to eat and a sip of fresh water.

My Spirit's are sad and I feel bad just a tad. Pole Dancing is a skill and one must learn proper technique. This is true. In the movie "True Lie's", you know that yogurt lady was provided training and lessons for that scene. And shit.

I'm in the mood for The Rolling Stones but am listening to Brick. I want to smoke a cigarette but don't smoke. Am I headed North or maybe I run to the store with The Big Dot and stop by the Channel to look for alligators and manatee as I do twenty five MPH on all six legs.

Just got off the telephone with the book keeper at She-Who-Snips-And Cuts. States I can not see doctor without paying something on a debt. I questioned Miss. Book Keeper. She will block me from seeing my doctor. She passed me off to my doctor's husband. So the Good Right Man spoke right with me and we had good talks. I will not be cancelling any transportation coordinated for the morrow that's for sure. I had laboratory work squeezed in the coordination of transport too.  The humiliation of she talking to me as she did and then interfere with my doctor and I, went a little too far...

...and yes, I told her and my doctors husband the same thing. She comes across ugly and with negative energy which does not mix well in a place where Folks go to get better. Maybe a Garage, but a doctor's clinic? Seen. Bless her heart. Maybe she didn't know. She does now yes, and Shit.