How could anything be truer?
A few nights ago: we get a call notifying us of the death of my great-aunt’s closest friend. Two other great-aunts are in the hospital, and a great-uncle is too.
This morning: I go up into the attic to type up the latest 3 pages of my story when I hear a panicked ‘peep!’. I look to my left, and lo and behold, a sparrow. In the attic. Which just to happens to be at perfect sweating-tempurature. So I raced downstairs to get it a bowl of water and a dish of birdseed. Oh, and I was home alone. I quickly surfed the web to find out how I should capture it and take it outside. I read that if you even so much as hold a bird for too long, it will overheat and die. As my luck entails, just as I finished reading that, a drop of sweat rolled down the tip of my nose. PANIC. I suited up in a wool sweater, thick pants, gardening gloves and a surgical mask. I didn’t want to get any scratches or cuts, because for the next two weeks I am playing my cello nonstop for camp. SWEAT SWEAT SWEAT. Oh, then as I tried to open the window the bird was sitting at, it dive-bombed my face. So I put on goggles. I couldn’t find the carpentry glasses. SWEAT SWEAT SWEAT PANIC PANIC PANIC. I didn’t know who was going to overheat and ide first, the bird, or yous truly. Then, it flew over the dividing wall into my neighbors’ house. (I live in a duplex.) TERROR AND SHEER FEAR. My neighbors would not be in the top million people of Massachusetts who are helpful. I called them on the phone: “un, hi. There’s a bird in your attic. Could you maybe scare it over to my side? I can catch it.” “uh, thanks for telling us. We are going shopping. We’ll scare it over to your side when we get home” click. Finally, after 3 hours of horrid nerves, it flew back. By that time, I had opened the window. Luckily, in my stupid-panic mindset, I had ripped open the screen. It was one of those things you fantasize about doing, but never, ever would do, like breaking a window with a baseball or throwing paint in a museum. So I did it. I ripped a hole in the windowscreen with a nail. The metal kind you hammer, not a fingernail. Parents not to happy. After another hour, bird escapes. Work done on my book: 0 Gratitude from the wildife population: 0 Sweat factor: 100 Panic factor: 100 Craziness at ripping open a screen window: 100. Not so great.
This afternoon: A woman at my dad’s church is sick with melanoma. She has 7 children, ages 1 1/2 to 22. My dad took a picture of her when he went to visit. She probably weighs a little under 80 pounds, i think. She’s unconsious with her eyes open. She looks like a skeleton with skin. Send her some healing energy. Her name is Janet Gummison.
“nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, nobody but Jesus. Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, glory hallelujah.”
Sorry, had to quote a song.
By the way I am not very religious.
Love love love love love
Kimaya
