Monday, December 2, 2019
Lots of Birds and a Broken Phone
I didn't leave the house yesterday. Apparently we were all in need of some downtime. Even Olga refused to go on her morning walk -- I finally coaxed her to the door and got the leash on her, but we only ambled about ten yards up the street before she dug in and turned for home.
Which is not to say I wasn't busy. I don't think I've ever washed so much stuff in my life -- more dishes, tablecloths, clothes. (The broiler pan wasn't as difficult as I'd feared.) I vacuumed the house again. I always forget that having people over means cleaning both before they arrive and after they depart.
After leaving the dahlia tubers and the amaryllis bulbs to dry out for a few days, I finally potted up the dahlias in dry compost and stashed the amaryllis bulbs in a bag in the shed. Now I'm done with them until spring. The bird feeders have been going crazy the last few days -- I guess our feathered friends are fueling up before winter. I saw the parrot again yesterday morning, and there have been tons of starlings and tits and even a great spotted woodpecker on the peanut feeder. (Of course I didn't have my camera handy.)
Speaking of birds, for lunch I had turkey. And for dinner I had -- turkey!
We continued our Inspector Clouseau movie theme by watching the first "Pink Panther" film, from 1963.
(I know -- you're probably thinking, "Didn't I read this post before?" No, it's just very "Groundhog Day" around here at the moment.)
Finally, I talked to my mom on the phone last night. My brother arranged to be there when I called, so he could answer and have her talk to me. I called at the appointed hour, and still no one picked up -- so I e-mailed him and said, "Are you there?" He was, but it turns out Mom's phone wasn't ringing. It hasn't been working all this time! No wonder she never answered it.
(Photo: Some turreted buildings on Finchley Road near our flat.)