Let the hunger games continue
A month ago, I’d pretty much put the Idol worship behind me. After all, what could be enthralling about an experience that’s already happened fourteen times before? I’m not sure I had even bothered to check things out, last year, what with other more pertinent concerns.
And then I started watching the auditions; once again, the pleasure of new talent hooked me. I’m through the end of Hollywood Week, and the Top 24 should be announced within minutes. Somewhere, in the cohort, is the voice that will keep me listening (and watching). And if this, final, season doesn’t produce a hitmaker for the next chapter of my life soundtrack… at least the process was/is amusing.
The new snowfall brought a change in the birdfeeder dynamics. For the first time, the squirrel is able to do a high jump and snag a place in the seed market. No pole dance required. There was some discussion around the observation window; should we try to discourage him (her) on behalf of all those expressionless dinosaurs/birds? The vote, for now, is to simply let the sharing begin. After all, how much can one squirrel actually eat/squirrel away? The sunflower budget is good, and gymnastics are as much fun to watch as synchronized flying. Until we get into some interspecial fisticuffs (which the mammal will win, OK?), let’s just let the banquet continue.
Here’s hoping our lawn isn’t going to be covered in random sunflower stalks, six months from now. I don’t know what the risk might be, but there’s a lot of seed spread around out there.
