Hurt my shoulders, tensing up trying to reduce the strain on a gimpy leg, hurt my hands carrying the camera trying to reduce the strain on my shoulders, ended up aching and frozen stiff all over, unable to sit up or to handle the mouse. Meanwhile, the computer crashed and ate all my recently processed photos.
Finally got back on-line, looked at the news briefly- disgusting! Will we never learn? Went back to bed, and pulled the blanket over my head.
But I aten't ded yet!
And I found and rescued a (photo of a) gull with a feather in his beak.
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| Tyee Spit |
Ah, Tyee Spit on a sunny afternoon. Where families and friends amble peacefully along the paths, tiny children test out their training-wheeled bikes, someone throws a ball for a dog, an old man rests on a bench with his eyes closed, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Where a toddler runs towards the beach, yelling, "Crab! Crab! I find a crab!" Where the worst that may happen is a bit of childhood road rash. Or that the crab scuttles away too fast for tiny fingers.
Where the gulls squabble at water's edge, pigeons wheel from playground to hangar roof, and the eagle sits atop the tallest tree, keeping watch.
Why can't everywhere be like this?
Yes, why can't everywhere be like this? Good question. I so wish it were. Hope you are feeling better.
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