Category Archives: Birds

Roc on.

I love me some Sunday Stealing, boy howdy. Props to Bev at Funny the World for keeping it going.

And to think, back in the day I used to dislike memes. Now I like the speed of them. A reflection of the times, perhaps, where so much material gets spat out in short bursts of social media. Or maybe it’s all I have energy for. Or brainpower.

Favorite novel and author? One of my favorite novels is Bambi by Felix Salten (yes, it was a novel before it was a Disney thing) and one of my favorite authors is Anne Rice. Neither one of those are part of the security question so don’t even try.

Favorite perfume/scent? Perfume to wear, not really sure. I trotted out some Pleasures by Estee Lauder last night for a night of adult games, which sounds much more raunchy than the skee ball and tabletop shuffleboard it was. And I will have you know that I am undefeated at tabletop shuffleboard. Must be all of those years of air hockey.

I digress. I’m also fond of Oscar de la Renta signature sent, but haven’t worn it in forever. Hmmm, must revisit the whole fragrance thing because Pleasures is really strong and that’s just tapping the little roller ball once to the skin. No way could I spray it. My eyes would cross.

Scent on a man? Sawdust. No joke. My favorite part of any relationship with a guy is the first trip to Home Depot. Maybe it’s the whole “a man who works with his hands” thing, which would be really ironic being that I live and work in one of the most soft-handed areas in the U.S.

Coffee or tea? Tea. I have never had a cup of coffee in my life. Yeah, I know. I’m a freak of nature.

Are you a cat or dog person? I like them both but I’m a bird person.

Inigo the Nanner King says, “Good answer.”

Which mythical creature would you transform into if you could? A Roc. See? Bird person. But I wouldn’t feed my young with elephants like the Roc does in The Arabian Nights. Let’s just say I would consider the elephant in the picture below symbolic and Paul Ryan should know that his decision to retire is a good one.

(Plate from The Arabian Nights, public domain.)

Favorite time period? In some ways, the ’80s. It was big and bold, and it was when I came of age. But there’s no time like the present.

Name 3 films that have changed your life and have shaped you into the person you are today. Films generally don’t have that effect on me. I see them as entertainment, even when they’re deep.

Diamonds or pearls? Lab-cultured diamonds. The Kimberley Process is rubbish and I don’t want blood on my hands. Come to think of it, Blood Diamond might be a film that affected me. I haven’t wanted or accepted diamonds since.

What’s your biggest dream? Six winning numbers.

Dream destination? Finland. So much winter. So much snow. So many forests. So many long nights in which to write. So much fabulous education producing so many well-read, well-rounded people. So much common sense. So many smart, gorgeous guys. So many Poets of the Fall concerts.

Share a quote or passage that means something to you.I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.” — Dorothy Parker

What’s your favorite plant/flower? Irises and anything little and purple (violets, pansies, lilacs, etc.).

Do you prefer the forest or the ocean? Why? The forest. I like the scent of the earth, the sound of the wind in the trees, and birds, birds everywhere.

What do you value most in people? Integrity.

Above Bough

Tonight I spent about three hours going through old notebooks. I always have at least one notebook in reach, even in the kitchen, so I can record an idea or turn of phrase when it comes to me. Also, I’m terrible at math and am always logging things like caloric intake and bills. The notebooks tend to be a bit hodge-podge, with everything jumbled together on random pages. Ironic, considering how organized and neat I usually am, but hey, sometimes I just need a piece of paper, any piece of paper, before the words evaporate.

There were a lot of random bits of poetry in some of the notebooks. Nothing finished, unless I put it together from the magnets on my refrigerator. I guess I’m not a closer that way. Best part is that I spent so long going through all of it, and marveling at how gawd-awful some of it was, that midnight came and went without a blog post.

BUT! I’m still up, so it’s still today. Why, hello, back-dating to one minute before midnight.

Here’s one from my fridge, made with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit, date unknown, probably 2010.


I still need to set the kit up on my current refrigerator so Inigo can start writing, too. He’s better at it than I am, the little stinker. He’s lucky he’s so cute.

Winter White

From Holidailies: Dig into your inner muse and compose a holiday / winter song or poem. Bonus points for a ‘live’ performance!


This might be cheating a bit, as I wrote this last winter with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit, but I noticed that my writing gets a bit stiff when I post here every day so I’m taking the night off.