It should, with a little thought, be able to produce a post about that part of the day which precedes my arrival at work. There is plenty of incident and it isn’t as if the rest of the day is actually much more interesting than the drive to work.
I woke early, because Julia had woken before the alarm and hopped out of bed to greet the morning with unnecessary enthusiasm. I may have lost some sleep but at least I woke with a ready-made topic for conversation.
Shortly after that I slipped my legs into my trousers on the first attempt and tried to supress the feeling that I had just hit the high point of the day.
It turned out that I was wrong because Julia had made porridge for breakfast.
Then we watched the news. There wasn’t much news on, just a couple of whiny, privileged brats and reports about how the world was unfair to them. The point they fail to grasp is that she’s American and he’s irrelevant. We really don’t mind if they want to live in California. Though it would be nice if they’d do it quietly.
On the way to work, all the traffic lights were against me, and there was a definite increase in traffic density. Things are starting to move again. First it will be people, then it will be the mortality statistics. However, they will probably be at an acceptable level where the government doesn’t mind losing a few pensioners so that pubs can open again.
A lot of the drivers seemed in a hurry this morning, and several of them, including a lorry seemed set on occupying my piece of road despite the fact I was already there. It looks like |I’ve been getting too relaxed in lockdown and need to start viewing driving as a sport for Gladiators, rathe than a simple way of getting to work and back.
Meanwhile, I have had a rejection. That’s five this year. I’m going to need to invent some new months if I’m going to hit 100 this year.
Photos are from March 2017
My husband hates when I hop out of bed in a good mood….
When I was in a really good mood Julia and my sister used to say I was just like my father – thy didn’t mean it as compliment. Some people just don’t like happiness…
Someone is making a lot of money out of the interview and The Crown
Yes, I tend to agree.
I enjoyed your bird photography, Quercus, especially the robin in full-throated song. Nice catch!
Focus could have been better, but it was so enthusiastic I used it anyway.
Wonderful bird photos. I, too, wondered if the first picture was a nuthatch. Oh, I giggled when I read about the success you had when putting on your trousers. We must take our triumphs where we can.
Indeed we must. I see you Americans have four species of Nuthatch – so many birds…
Our chickadees look a lot like what you call a coal tit over there, but they are different species.
Two species come to our backyard, the white breasted and the red breasted. Love ’em both.
They are such characterful birds. It’s always nice to see one, but the added chance of seeing a different species must be fun.
It is, although they are very plentiful in our backyard.
Nice for some. 🙂
Beautiful bird photos! Do you call that first one a nuthatch?
It does look like we would call a nuthatch over here.
I was surprised to look it up and find you have four species of Nuthatch. How many sorts of nut do youhave? 🙂
According to the Oregon Department of Fish & Wildlife, looks like 3 species of nuthatches, and 3 species of chickadees
If you are asking about nuts, hazelnuts and walnuts do well here.
Lovely birds! Until around the Great war our bird books had titmice, then they changed to tits for some reason. Love the Oak Titmouse!
We have black capped chickadees, tufted titmice, red breasted nuthatches, and brown creepers – but the creepers aren’t here all year, I don’t think. So fun to hear what others have.
Even the words “tufted titmice” bring a smile to my face.
Yes, it is nice to see what other people have. I’m not sure I’d like to be a bird watcher in the USA – too many species for my small brain
The main problem is when species interbreed, like our jays here.
Two nice pictures even if they don’t properly illustrate the vultures who are hogging the roads.