Under surveillance
While I wait for my hummingbird nectar to cool (boiling water, not good for birds), I find myself wondering. Is that visitor at the window aware that the feeder is in the kitchen? Am I under surveillance by something with a brain no larger than a chickpea? Scary.
While shopping for groceries, one of the clerks asked if my car was beige? Seems that someone had left their car door open in parking lot. I paused before answering. Not because I don’t know the colour of my car (not beige), but because I wasn’t sure if my interpretation of not beige was the same as the clerk’s version. Colour blindness.
We’re through the month of May. This year is ticking right along, don’t ya know? I find myself thinking about other months of May, when I had other priorities and other places to be. In the school system, final exams would be in the printing plant, and in piles on every available counter in the offices as we prepared for the big mailout. Have to get things into the schools before the bell rings.
Or how about when I was a student, and the end of May meant not only that exams were close, but that the search for summer employment was already underway. No sense starting “summer vacation” without a job. I was fortunate; most years I had something on my list by now.
And now, the end of the month means bills to pay. Land taxes. Mortgage. A list of places to send every extra penny. I guess that means I’m a success story.
