Why the neighbors might think I'm weird

I watched myself this morning.

It was raining, so I had this big bump on my chest -- where the camera hides under my jacket on wet days.

Stopped to chat with a crow that flew into a small tree and tipped its head at me.

In the park, when I bent down to pick up my dog's poop, I noticed raindrops on the bare dandelion, so stayed bent and took some pictures. Explained to the dogs that they would just have to be patient and wait for me.

Coming home, said good morning to the waiting squirrels. Visited with them a bit as I filled the feeders.

I could have told them that five thousand humans died yesterday in an earthquake, but I knew they would not understand; no more than I understand my own grief when I find one of their little bodies, stiff and ravaged in the grass.

Other than that, I'm perfectly normal.

Comments

[Curt Stump]

Hey, I'd love to have you as a neighbor. The people in my neighborhood still haven't figured out they should pick up after their dogs.

This is my first comment on your site, though I'm a steady reader. It seemed like the right time to say thanks for all your posts. I felt the weight of the earthquake too and wanted to say I'm glad you mentioned it instead of leaving it unsaid.