Ducks know how to work a river. I did duck watching last weekend. They float, either leisurely or a bit more seriously when looking for food. They know how to work the current, how to flow with it. They stay cool in the summer heat and, by nature of the oil in their bodies and unique feathers, they stay relatively dry as they paddle or float about their environment. They hang around together. They have a weakness for an easy meal as they gather about people hoping for a potato chip or a handout of some kind. They can navigate land well enough to do what they want to do. And, most can fly long distances and even move cross country if they get it in their head to do so.
I think the ducks gave me a lesson in life.
Looking for a home today, to get away from apartment life - the noise, the snooping, the washing of the money down the drain with nothing to show for it when it is time to go. The freedom to keep my windows open if I want, to have a cat or dog or rat or bird, and a flower garden. Or all of these. We'll see what the bank says Monday.
Now, going to fix my hair, iron some clothes, and go to the Governor's dinner and auction. Oh dear. Politics year. I watched Joe Biden on TV last night and had to laugh - are those false teeth or lumieniers? He can work a crowd. Then watched our highest leader speak on TV, has he developed a speech impediment? Ooooh, the lady reporter got a nipping at the ankles. (Hmmm, after this roundup (I believe a harvest from governmental internet snooping) of terrorists, perhaps I don't mind so much being hassled at aiports - oh YES I DO!) But I'm starting to get really p_____ off at terrorists.
Then too, the anniversary of the attacks in London was yesterday.
Yeh. Weekend is here. I like it.