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Hiatus

Jul
28.10

I don’t know where the Conway Daily Sun gets their horoscopes but they’ve always been very good to me.  Eerily accurate in a lot of cases so I do tend to listen to them.  One afternoon, I read my horoscope and it ended with “don’t forget to return that library book” which was damn convenient because I did have a library book to return and I had forgotten about it.  Weird, right?

The weirdest/awesomest example I have is a little over seven years old now.  My horoscope ended with the line (and I kid you not) “A friend is pregnant with a boy.”

Very strange, right?  Exceptionally specific for a horoscope, I thought.  But then, two weeks later, my best friend from high school told me she was pregnant. I asked her if she wanted me to tell her the sex of the baby.   I immediately went home and dug through old newspapers until I found the one containing my very dead on accurate horoscope.   She called me some time later, the day they did learn the sex of the baby, and guess what…it was a boy.

The boy is about to turn seven years old.  Happy birthday, kiddo!

Anyway, so like I said before, I tend to follow their instructions.  Seems the thing to do.

So that said, here’s what the stars held for me today:

Get clear about what you are doing, and don’t worry so much about how it will happen.  As you focus on the effect you want to have, the details work themselves out.

This happens to be very timely advice because I have decided to go on a writing hiatus.  This decision didn’t come from this horoscope but seeing this in the paper today kind of let me know that I made the correct decision.  The decision to go on hiatus.

The idea came out of the fact that as of last night, my plan for my WIP involved a fire pit and a box of matches.  153,000 words in the manuscript (thus far) and I hated them all.  Hate them all.

So here’s the new plan:

Stop writing.

No, really.  That’s it.  The theory behind the hatred is that I’ve been focusing too much on it, working too hard, and trying to force something out for the sake of reaching a word count.  The theory to remove the hatred is that if I distance myself from the project for a while (weeks, likely, as in more than one), I’ll be able to come back to it with fresh eyes and a better attitude and more focus and- I don’t know- other things like that.  Renewed creativity.  Less hatred.  Less desire to start a bonfire and roast some marshmallows.  Stuff like that.

So yes, this might be the final nail in the goal reaching coffin but I would rather write a book I am happy with than just write something with the aim of hitting a preset  number of words or a date on a calendar.  So if it takes years (oh please, don’t let it take years), it takes years.  Everything else will keep.

But it won’t take years.

Probably.

So that’s that.  I don’t exactly know what I’m going to do during my hiatus.  The idea of not writing  kind of makes me crazy.  The key will be keeping busy.  Thank goodness I didn’t start Mark’s Harry Potter blog yet.  That’ll kill an afternoon or two.

Two days down…a hell of a lot more to go.

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What Goes Up

Jul
27.10

My horoscope warned me about this.  It was probably about a week ago and chose to focus more on the  reverse of the title adage.  “What goes down must also come up” was their viewpoint which was interesting because it’s so very untrue.  I mean, gravity is not always the most forgiving thing, you know?  If you fall off a cliff into a deep ravine, you might come back up but it won’t be an instantaneous thing and will likely be on a stretcher or possibly in a body bag.  But they weren’t talking about cliffs and ravines, they were talking about moods and life in general.

And they were right.  I did have a bad patch that swung back into a good patch where I found missing characters and didn’t absolutely hate every single word of my novel.

But now we’re back in a down slide.  It sucks that the upswing didn’t last longer.   I probably squandered it.  I do that sometimes.  My characters are still found.  They’re just stuck inside some inspirational Hallmark card hell.   No matter what I write, it always seems like it’ll lead to a scene where everyone involved, heroes and villains alike, will hold hands while skipping around a daisy strewed meadow singing Kumbaya.

Not that that isn’t a funny image.  Because it is.  It really, really is.  It’s just not exactly what I was aiming for.

The Red Sox, by the way, are also in another down slide.  They’re now 8 games out of first place in the AL East and 5 games behind Tampa Bay for the wild card.  But that sometimes happens too.  The good news is that Jacoby Ellsbury is playing in Florida right now and if he can avoid re-injuring himself, he should be back before too much longer.

Always a silver lining.

I’m also a little sad because my baby robins, my little trio, have left the nest, leaving me with a severe case of Empty Nest Syndrome.  One day, they were there.  The next they were gone.  And now they don’t call, they don’t write.  They don’t text either.  Ungrateful birds.  C’mon, I spent so much time looking out for you.  Every time the thing (yes, I have two cats that are not things.  This cat is an exception) the neighbor calls a cat came stalking by, I chased it off.  When it was windy and stormy, I paced the kitchen worrying about you.  And how do you repay me?  You disappear, just completely disappear.  You take your fancy new feathers and ability to fly and do just that.  You fly, far, far away.  You know, I haven’t written a single word since you just up and left me.  Did you know that?

Of course, if I did, it would just be a scene where all characters involve, both heroes and villains alike, would hold hands while skipping around a daisy strewed meadow singing Kumbaya.

But still, that would be something.

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Television Week In Review (week ending 7/23/10)

Jul
22.10

Sunday

Joe and I watched The Blind Side.  I know there’s some controversy surrounding the film regarding the validity of the story and I don’t know much more than that.  I decided to watch the movie as a movie which probably sounds strange.  I decided to judge it as is.  It was funnier than I thought it was going to be and I didn’t  realize that Tim McGraw played Sandra Bullock’s husband until I saw his name in the credits.  Sorry…I’m not much of a country music fan.  I really enjoyed Sandra Bullock’s performance.

Monday

The Closer:  I thought last week’s premiere was just strange.  It felt off to me and some of the scenes felt like it was a high school production.  This week’s episode was much better, I thought.  It’s always interesting when Captain Raydor (played by Mary McDonnell) stops in for a visit and the end scene was really pretty tense.  I was reasonably assured Brenda, being the show’s title character, would be all right but still, it was intense.

Tuesday

Hell’s Kitchen:  Joe and I started watching this show this summer for the first time.  And, except for the egg challenge that forced me out of the room, it’s been a pretty entertaining show.  Why do they continue to argue with Chef Ramsey?  Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad they do because it makes for fun television.  I think Holly might end up taking it all.  My early money was on Ben but since both Ramsey and Ramsey’s assistant (tall bald guy) spent the most of the episode screaming “You can’t lead!”, peppered with a variety of profanity, I think he might not be able to pull it off.  So now I’m rooting for Holly.

Covert Affairs:  The new spy show on the USA network.  The absolute bright spot is Christopher Gorham playing Auggie, the blind op tech guy.  Joe and I spent most of this episode saying things like, “Sydney Bristow wouldn’t have done that.”  I’m calling this show Alias Lite because that’s what it is.  I really wish Annie would stop narrating what she’s doing to the audience.  Like the car chase scene in the pilot episode where she was running through her training acronyms she learned at the Farm.  Also, her sister is a pain in the ass.  Bring on Francie and Will.  And Sydney Bristow.  Seriously, if you’ve never seen Alias, you should.  At least the first two to four seasons.  Skip the fifth season.  It’s just silly.

Wednesday

So You Think You Can Dance:  Well, I think Kent is going to win this season at a walk.  But since Alex was knocked out due to injury, I don’t much care.  Billy Bell didn’t dance tonight because of injury.  I don’t know what’s going on over at that show this season but they should really look into it.  Anyway, I enjoyed Sonya Tayeh’s dance on the edge although I would have rather seen Alex or Billy dance the male role.  Sorry, Jose, but I think it’s time for you to leave the show.

Psych:  Oh, how I love this show.  Last week featured a hysterical John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt joke (all right, at least I found it to be hysterical, so much so that I still remember it).  This week, everyone switched partners.  Dule Hill can really tap dance…good for him!

Thursday

Community: I recorded this episode because although it’s a rerun, it’s one I didn’t see the first time around.  However, my enjoyment of this episode has been postponed due to the visitation of my niece, Jupiter.

So You Think You Can Dance Results: Same here.

Burn Notice:  Same here.

Royal Pains:  This one too.

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Good Idea, Bad Idea

Jul
21.10

Something, don’t know what, made me think about this today and so I have found it and brought it to you…let’s see if it works:

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So Much Blogging, So Little Time…

Jul
20.10

Hello my baby...

Well, hello there and good morning to each and every one of you.  I’m saying morning because it’s approximately 1:15am here in the Mount Washington Valley and I am embarking on another all nighter.  I have high hopes tonight.  I think probably because I had a pretty decent day, all things considered.  But before I get to work on Second Nature, I wanted to write a blog and because I’ve had not only a pretty decent day, but a pretty decent everything of late, there’s a lot about which to blog.

So, first, I guess, is the admission that I went to see The Twilight Saga: Eclipse this weekend.  And here’s the shocker: I didn’t hate it.  When the commercials all claim that it’s the best one yet, they’re not lying.  Of course, the first two movies were really, really terrible so it wouldn’t have taken much for Eclipse to surpass them all but yeah, it did.  Sure, there were some groan inducing, eye rolling moments that would have inspired me to throw popcorn at the screen had I not eaten all the popcorn (I, for some reason, really love movie theater popcorn) before the trailers had finished running.  There was some really pathetic writing and even more pathetic line delivery.  The flashback scenes were slightly giggle inducing but despite all that, there was some stuff that didn’t suck.  Like Bella’s dad, Charlie Swan.  He was pretty awesome.  I also liked the big battle scene where the Cullen family and the werewolves took on the newborn vamps in a fight to the death.  This is the first movie where the special effects didn’t look as though they’d been done on a Mac Book Pro by some inept eleven year old.

Of course, all this could have been influenced by the fact that one of the trailers shown before the movie was for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  Have I mentioned how much I want to already be in line to see this movie even though it doesn’t open until November?  Because I do.

Puck, B.A. Baracus and Stripe waiting to be fed

In other home life, I am completely obsessed with my trio of baby robins.  Okay, so technically, they’re not mine.  They belong to the rather vigilant parents always hovering nearby, but still.  They’re living in my plant so I like to think I have some role in their lives.  What it comes down to is that these three are really the worst thing to happen to my word count since…well, since I discovered you can download classic Nintendo games onto your new shiny Nintendo Wii.  Adventures of Link, I will defeat you.  Or, I will be distracted by the adorable awkwardness of the Trio (the TRIO!  Why didn’t I name the babies after the TRIO!!!  WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?!?!?!?  I am very ashamed of myself.  Anyone out there know why I am currently pitching a fit over this?  If you do (and your answer is NOT “because you’re kind of crazy”), you will be awarded massive amounts of bonus points.) and completely forget I spent all that money (all right, not that much money) downloading you.

Speaking of word count- well, all right, so we were speaking of Nintendo games I have failed to win in the last- what now?- fifteen years of my life and my obsession (there’s that word again) with pop culture references that always seem to stem from the same two places.  The point is I intended to speak of word count and will hereby do so now.

My current WIP word count is 150,015.  I am ahead, way ahead, of the goal I set for myself back in January (the one

What do you mean you won't be finished? ARRG!

that said I’d hit 200,000 words by Halloween).  The problem is there seems to be a lot of story yet to be told.  Probably more than 50,000 words worth.  This means I may simultaneously reach and fail to reach my goal.  I’ll hit 200,000 words.  I feel good about that.  But I’m not sure I’ll finish writing the book.  At least not by Halloween.  This matters only because I had planned to finish with Second Nature just before I embark on another NaNoWriMo quest (for which I already have a kick ass story idea.  I seriously can’t wait to get started on it), let Second Nature sit while I write the NaNoWriMo story and then take a fresh look at it in December.  Stephen King recommends doing that with a finished manuscript in his book On Writing. I find it to be very good advice.  You have fresh eyes with which to look at it and can more easily see the areas that need fixing.

So you might be reading the previous paragraph and wondering what I’m so damn happy about.  Well, I’ll tell you (can anyone Name That Reference?  I won’t hold it against you if you can’t because it’s trés obscure)…

A while back, I blogged about how I had misplaced a main character.  He’d gone on a walkabout of sorts and I sort of…lost him.  For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out where he had gone.  I know, weird right?  I’m supposed to be in control of these people who only exist in the confines of my mind but the truth remains that there are times when I am not.  However, this acknowledged, I can now announce that the prodigal character has returned to the fold.  We can call off the search parties because he’s back.

Of course I still don’t exactly know how to go about writing his story arc.  It involves a road to redemption and a long walk upon it, but I am striving to avoid major clichés here.  So far, me striving to avoid major clichés looks an awful lot like me staring at the ceiling, studying water stains and calculating how many coats of paint it would take to cover said water stains.  I’m thinking three.  Maybe four.  Five at the most.

Maybe I’ll go download some music off the internet instead.

I mean, maybe I’ll stop blogging and get this all nighter started.

Remind me again why I don’t drink coffee…

p.s….THE GRASS IS GROWING!!!  Look:

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Dog Racist

Jul
16.10

The Big Brave German Shepherd

If you know me, or you know this blog, you know that I have a German Shepherd.  He’s big.  A lot bigger than German Shepherds tend to be.  A male GSD generally tops out at around 95 pounds.  100 pound shepherds aren’t completely unheard of.  But Big, the Big Brave German Shepherd, is 130 pounds.

That’s why we call him Big.  We weren’t going for irony.

And being a German Shepherd mom, I am well aware that there are people out in the world who are wary of the breed because one bad experience or another.  When Joe and I were first discussing the possibility of a dog, I suggested a German Shepherd because, growing up, we had had a fantastic shepherd (Sheba).  Joe had the opposite experience.  Every shepherd he and his family came across was aggressive and mean.  Therefore, Joe had come to the conclusion that all GSDs were crazy.

I worked with a kid a few years back who had also come to the same conclusion.  We were processing shipment one afternoon when the subject of dogs came up.  He asked me what kind of dog I had and I told him.

“Oh,” the kid said then.  “I don’t like German Shepherds.  They’re all crazy!”

So I asked him what made him think that way.  And he told me.  Here’s how it started:

“So this one time, I was running from the cops…”

Ah ha.  I think we’ve found the problem.

But anyway,  I’m used to the wariness and outright fear whenever Big and I are out about town.  Last month, we were walking around Settler’s Green (me, Big and the Gator Girl) and this one shopper froze, actually froze, in her steps when she saw us coming and then ran up a grassy knoll and hid behind her shopping bags.  If she could have scaled the side of the building guarding her back, I think she would have.

“She’s, uh, afraid of dogs,” her husband offered as we walked past.

Yeah, thanks.  I actually figured that out on my own.

But them’s the breaks.  I don’t take it personally.

Today, though, I had an experience that really annoyed me.

I had taken the dogs with me when I went out to do errands today even though it was hot and humid because none  of the errands were very long or demanding and the dogs have been shut up in the house too much of late.  The drawback to having a sea of hay where your lawn used to be.

Need fence now.

Anyway, one of our errands took us to the library when I dropped off a box of VHS tapes to donate to their annual book and movie sale that’s coming up (I said I’d work on de-cluttering the house.  I guess I just took the first step).  I brought the box inside and then went to get back in the car.

Big was sitting in the back seat.  The window was down as far as it would go.  It doesn’t go down all the way in the backseat, only the front seats.  He’s always very calm in the car.  The only time he makes any noise is if there’s a rampant rampaging Malinois trying to tear his ears off or if he sees his arch nemesis, Dowa.  But he shouldn’t be faulted for that.  I too growl whenever I see Dowa.

But the rest of the time, Big is quiet.  It doesn’t matter if he sees other dogs.  He doesn’t care about them.  Not one whit.

Now that the scene is set, let me continue.  I was getting into the car when a group came out of the library and into the parking lot.  They had with them a pomeranian.  Off leash.  I’ve ranted on more than one occasion about the evils of off leash dogs in public places so I won’t do that again…tonight.  But I sat and I waited for the people and their little dog too to make their way through the parking lot to their car.  While I sat and waited, Big watched.

One of them women noticed Big watching her dog and Lost.  It.  (Coincidentally, the Gator Girl had also Lost.  It.  She does not like dogs being off leash.)  She ran toward her precious puff ball (who was busy pissing on the pay phone) and scooped him up in her arms.  I stared.  The rest of her group stared.  Big stared too.  The Gator Girl continued her fit.

One of the woman’s friends asked if she was all right.  The woman said she was.

“I was just-” she said, “worried, you know?  I mean, you never know when one of them will go through a window.”

The them was directed at Big the dog who had done absolutely nothing, hadn’t even moved and probably hadn’t even blinked, since she and Precious Poofy had appeared.

Big and I actually exchanged glances with one another.  Then we went back to watching.  Mostly because they were now standing in front of the car.

“Precious (not the dog’s real name) would be a snack for one of them.”

The Big Brave German Shepherd with Max the Wonder Schnauzer. Vicious, isn't he?

I use italics here for a reason because there’s no other way really to convey online the fact that the woman had an actual tone when talking about Big.  And not a friendly tone either.

Any dog can be mean, lady.  It’s not a breed thing.  Any dog can be a nutjob.  Just look at the member of Big’s new agility class…

Sorry.  I digress.

There are plenty of insane pomeranians out in the world attacking people’s ankles and pant legs.  Just because it’s puffy and five pounds, doesn’t make it above reproach or something.  The fault lies with incompetent and irresponsible dog owners in the world who get dogs for wrong reasons and don’t do the proper training and socializing.  Or any training or socializing.

You are a dog racist, library lady and I hereby frown upon you.  I know this proclamation will leave you devastated.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, there a Malinois in my macaroni.

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The Naming of the Robins

Jul
15.10

So, as it turns out, there are actually three baby robins in the Swedish ivy nest, not just two.  I saw the third one today and tried hard as hell to get a picture of the three of them but the little bastards were not cooperating.  Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

I did, however, have luck coming up with names for my little trio of mohawk headed friends.  Joe, by the way, is thrilled by this.  He’s still irked that I named the chipmunks living in our retaining wall (Mozart and Stanzie).

Below is a list of names…see if you can figure out from where their names came.  One will be pretty damn obvious so there will be no bonus points awards there.

1.  B.A. Baracus
2.  Puck
3.  Stripe

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Whatever’s Wrong With You Is No Little Thing

Jul
14.10

Okay, Smarty Pants…Name That Reference! (Actually, I don’t suspect this one will be much of a curveball for you.)

Remember that blog I was telling you about the other day?  The Mark Reads Twilight blog that had me laughing my ass off?  I finished reading it last night.  Never mind the fact that I had intended to pull an all nighter so I could work on my WIP as it has reached my sieve of a mind that it’s freaking July and I only have four more months to finish Second Nature and somehow ended up on the Mark Reads Twilight blog page instead.  Don’t know how that happened.  But however I ended up there, I stayed there until I’d gotten through his review of Breaking Dawn which is the one I’d really been waiting to read because it was the book in the series to which I was the most violently opposed.  He was pretty opposed to it too.  One of his chapter summaries/reaction pieces was a letter written to Stephenie Meyer from the character of Renesme (Bella and Edward’s little half human/half vampire spawn) and it had me laughing so frakking hard, I was forced to stop taking normal breaths and settle for big loud gasps.  And since this happened at about two o’clock this morning, I am also forced to apologize if I woke you up, Joe.  But it was really funny.

The other really funny one (besides the reaction pieces to the big Bella/Edward sex scene and Renesme’s birth) was when William Shakespeare also took the time to write Stephenie Meyer a letter, calling her out on her terrible writing techniques.  And again, I apologize, Joe, if I woke you up.  But it was really funny.

Mark repeatedly wondered how this book, and the three before it, were published and how on earth an editor let that tripe get past him or her.  He was also very put out with Meyer’s portrayal of women (I was rather bothered by it too) as evidenced by how horrible she is to her female characters.

So this made me worry about what Mark might say if he was reading my books.  Would he demand that my license to create fiction be revoked as he did with Meyer?  I mean, I like to think that I have created strong, independent female characters but Stephenie Meyer thought the same thing, you know?  Haleine, the main character of Effigy, starts off strong and determined before I throw everything including the kitchen sink at her and then she falters and spirals into a depression state (you know, to put it mildly).  Is that bad?    SPOILER ALERT (SKIP DOWN TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH IF YOU WANT TO AVOID IT…REALLY THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!!)  She spends Second Nature clawing her way back.

Likewise, the character of Cate in Second Nature quite efficiently has her ass handed to her and while she threatens to give up and pack it in, she never does.  Or at least she hasn’t yet.  The book isn’t finished so I guess I can’t testify as to what she’ll actually end up doing but if she stays anywhere near my current story arc, she’ll stay strong.  She’ll kick ass and take names and make several witty and slightly sarcastic comments while doing so.

I tried to figure out exactly what my characters (female and otherwise) would do last night after I stopped reading Mark Reads Twilight (Now Mark is reading the Harry Potter series and I’m very interested in finding out how he feels about that.  I’m curious to find out how I’ll react if he doesn’t absolutely revere it like I do.) and obsessing over what Mark might think of my own work long enough to get back to my work.

And somewhere along the way, I actually lost a chapter and I seem to be lacking the brainpower (hence the title of this blog) to find the damn thing.  I’m starting to suspect it just doesn’t exist and I made a wrong notation somewhere along the line.  That’s what I’m working on right now.  You know, besides writing this blog.  I also had a really good laugh as I looked over my notes from last night and saw the following chapter description scribbled down:

Chapter Forty:  Dana does something.

Oh?  So he does something?  Well, that’ll certainly make for scintillating reading then, won’t it?

Though, come to think of it, it’s probably better than the alternative.  Just ask Mark.  I mean, I’d lost count of the number of times he opened a chapter review with “In Chapter X, nothing happens.”

So at least my characters are doing something, right?

Anyway, back to the fight.  Stay cool.

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Baby Picture

Jul
13.10

Here’s a picture I snapped today of the babies sans parents.  Guess they were on a food hunt…

Cute, huh?  I especially love the little wispy mohawks.  I’m now trying to come up with the perfect names for these two.  Any suggestions?

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Congratulations, It’s An It!

Jul
12.10

Bonus points to anyone who can Name That Reference! (the hottest sensation sweeping the nation!)…By the way, congrats to Jake and Alison at Welcome Sunshine Home for correcting identifying the last Name That Reference challenge.  It’s especially impressive when you consider that you didn’t even watch the show to which I was referring.  Kudos, kids!

So, a few blogs ago, I told you about the robins who had made a nest in my Swedish Ivy plant (as seen in the photo on the left or above or wherever it ends up in this blog).  They’ve been very nice house guests, very seldom scolding us whenever we go near the nest (Sorry, kids but your nest just happens to be near the outdoor spigot to which the 100 foot hose is now attached.  I have to water the lawn.  Unless you’ve already eaten all the grass seed that is.  Then I have to water the loam and hay) and never once (much to Joe’s relief) attacking us.

If you don’t know why Joe’s so relieved about this (besides the obvious), you haven’t heard the story of last summer’s swallow incident.  I can’t believe I didn’t blog about it because it was damn hysterical.  Frankly, it’s still damn hysterical.  See, what happened was that, in the summer, Joe often walks to work because it’s less than a mile from the house and Mount Washington Valley traffic in the summer being what it is, walking can be much quicker.  Well, along the less than a mile way to work was a tree and in that tree lived a Swallow who had built a nest and laid some eggs and had the somewhat irksome habit of attacking everyone and everything that had the misfortune of going by her tree.  And since her tree was set right next to the sidewalk in front of an outlet center, there were a lot of somethings going by her tree.  Joe was one of these somethings and endured quite a few dive bombings during that season.

The last straw for Joe came the night that Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was released.  I was spending the night with my sister, B, and Joe called me in a hysterical outrage.  I’m not kidding, I’m not exaggerating.  B can attest to the truth of that statement because she could hear the hysterics  from across the room even before I put the call on speaker phone.  I think our favorite line of the entire rant was Hysterical Joe screaming “What am I going to do?  That bird’s a menace!”  My suggestion was to walk on the other side of the street.  Joe’s suggestion was to call Animal Control.

“You’re not calling Animal Control,” I said once I had both brought my laughter under control and regained my ability to breathe.

“But that bird’s a nuisance!”

“Even so,” I said.  And then proceeded to laugh my head off for the next hour to offer unconditional love and absolute support.

So, you can understand how Joe was a little less than thrilled about the appearance of the robins and their nest.  He’s a little more nervous about it now because, as the title of this entry suggests, the nest is a little more crowded now.

They’re here!

And babies make four...

There are at least two babies in the nest.  You can see one of them in the above picture.  I haven’t been able to get a clear shot of the other.  Joe and I have spent a little time watching the parents feed the babies which is equal parts adorable and really, really disgusting.

I feel a song coming on.

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