On Easter Sunday, two weeks to the day before I’d leave for the first birding adventure of my entire LIFE and my first vacation with just me and for me, me, me, my camera spoke to me softly. What did that strangely new, faint motor noise mean during auto focus? Was I imagining this in the muffled quiet of my car? Was my camera struggling and dying inside? And what about that slight vibration I could feel with my right hand and forefinger resting on the shutter? Is this funny?
It’s as funny as this, dammit,
Instead of sending my beloved camera to the Digital Camera Hospital, I’m keeping it for the trip. In the horrible event that my beloved big Fuji dies, I purchased a small back-up Fuji… Cha-ching.
One week prior to the day I’d leave for the first birding adventure of my entire LIFE, I held my jaw with a cupped hand, walking off a toothache in the shopping mall. This was not good for making decisions on footwear in the mountains. For four days, I guzzled Advil like dark chocolate M&Ms until I saw the dentist and had that bad boy wisdom tooth eliminated, near abscess. By the time I get to the mountains of West Virginia, I should be eating more than mush.
After surgery instruction: Avoid strenuous activity for twenty-four hours.
So I bent over to tie my shoes and ended up with a bloody mouth.
That was very funny. Strenuous, too.
While I’m away and spotting oodles of lifers in West Virginia, I’ll think about my backyard birds once or twice.
I’ll insist hubby cleans and refills the hummingbird feeders once while I’m gone, but I will let the birds eat bugs and berries for a week. Do y’all know that safflower seed is too expensive? I withhold food most of spring for that reason. And for this reason:
Funny? Or, not funny?
Heck, I’m cackling right now. It's hilarious. Yeah.
Talking about cackling and laughing your arse off, you must visit Murr (Mary) in Oregon and Mary Lee in North Carolina. These two women are funny! They both have a great style of story telling - if it’s a belly laugh you crave.
I’ll be away without laptop so this will be my last post for a while. I sat in the yard with the Licker Sisters late this afternoon, feeling overwhelmed and tired from all the rush and worry of leaving. I took their picture.
That’s when I began missing them, already.
It’s time to start packing my bags. I'll start tomorrow,
or maybe on Saturday :o)
The birds will be great but
the people will be the real deal.