There are now three eggs in the nest plus the discarded egg. I'm surprised by how much I'm enjoying watching this progress on my balcony. It is pouring now. I wonder if mama is on the nest right now. I'd look out the drapes but I don't want to frighten her away if she is. And it would be hard to see her well anyway.
Mama is in the large planter in the corner, to the right of the old millet stalks from last summer. If you click on photo you can see larger version. And yes, those are christmas lights still up. Love me, love my slovenly ways.
So I keeping freaking myself out when I catch a glimpse of my cleavage as I work. This top keeps slipping to this position, even though it is several inches higher when I stand and straighten it out. I know I see much more blatant boobies all the time, but is this too much for a usually modest person?
I'm trying to enter this post from my new iPhone. The tiny keypad is hard. I miss the tactile feedback of buttons. So far games outweigh any other apps. I cannot get the typepad app to sign me in, so I'm typing this up in mobile browser. Please forgive weird formatting and such while I figure this out. Inane stayed up way too late playing angry birds, boggle, and plants vs. zombies.
I'm ready to go back to the office. The Blizzard of 2011 is a bust from my perspective. The wind was so fierce there was hardly any accumulation of snow on my balcony. Well there was, but not around the inch-marked paper tube I put out yesterday. I couldn't get a focused pic last night. The snow was blowing in the door too fiercely.
I did get a relatively decent drift against my living room glass door.
I just got an email from my boss. We are asked to work from home again tomorrow. I'd rather not. Mainly because I'm almost out of Diet Coke and I already ate all the good groceries and leftover pizza from Salarnos.
I hung my Christmas stocking sis made for me today. She used some pieces of mom's favorite sweaters that she wore all the time. I made the MoM pin on the pocket in sixth grade. It is layers of construction paper glued together, sanded, and laminated. I always focused on the fact that I meant to write Mom and accidentally wrote MoM. Later when I mentioned this, other people assumed I'd meant to do it and that it looks good this way. It is slightly painful to me still. When I can look at the pin and not see my mistake I think I'll be a healthier person than I am now.
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I love this stocking. My sister does not consider herself artistic or crafty. I love that she made it anyways. The shape is a bit lumpy and we mock it sometimes, but I love that sis made it for me and I think of mom and sis whenever I see it (unless I'm too self-involved, then I see the glaring MoM first). Tomorrow would have been mom's sixty-eighth birthday. Christmas cheer is much harder without mom.