Cardinals and Candidates

Excuse me, is that my birdseed you're eating?

It looks like a busy week coming up, so I've scratched three things off my schedule.

I will not, as much as I had wanted to, be able to clean the basement this week. I must instead fine-tune my bird cam in the dining room window. A culprit has been spotted stealing the birdseed I put there to attract desirable bird species. While writing my blog I frequently peek at the feeder via my computer, hoping for at least a cool cardinal. So far, three priests and a bishop have walked through the yard, but still no cardinal.

I had also hoped to volunteer as the Nauseated Child Clean-up Person at the grammar school cafeteria, but must instead turn my attention to the nauseated adult situation going on at my house. It's possible that some of that green food in the refrigerator is not lettuce or bell peppers.

And third, I had hoped to wash all our windows before winter, but it seems smarter to revive all the dead houseplants in the house. My husband, the houseplant master, will soon be home from a trip. but as his return draws closer, the leaves on his plants turn browner. I'd like to go shopping and replace the plants, but they're mainly gifts from friends who have died of old age, much like the plants. They don't even make those plants anymore.

"Excuse me, are you awake?"

There is one exciting thing to look forward to this week. On Wednesday night I will brew a pot of strong coffee, pop some No-Doz, and toss a few energy drinks so I can stay awake for the VICE presidential debate.

"At my age it's called resting my eyes."

 But if it's as uninformative as the one last week, there's always the bird-cam.