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Birds, Bunnies & Little Z

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I’m doing my best not to be daunted by a weather forecast that shows no sunny days until May 16th. Ahem. That’s ten days from now. And our temps look to be in the fifties, which is cooler than normal at this time of year.

Ah well. What can you do? Absolutely nothing.

Rain all day yesterday and more headed our way today. I’m hoping I can find a pocket of dry weather because I have to load up the car to recycle today.

I know. My life is very exciting.

This morning:

Right outside the living room window.

When he turned in this direction and proceeded to head into the big garden bed, the front door was opened and a voice said “Ummm….No.” And he obligingly took off. I don’t kid myself, though. Someone, who shall be nameless as he could be any one of a number of bunnies, ate my hyacinth flowers and chomped on a day lily.

There are plenty of weeds, my friend. Please limit your dining to them.

Outside the kitchen window:

A tiny sparrow.

A tiny female goldfinch.

And her flashier partner, the male.

All three of them were dining on dandelions.

Be my guest!

Don has had to grow his hair long for this role he’s playing. He sent me a selfie the other day and I nearly gasped. Wow. It’s long. In fact, when he face-timed with Little Z the other day, Z said, “What happened to your hair?”

Yep, Little Z, it’s a bit too long for my taste, but the actor’s life involves sacrifices. (I think Don is actually enjoying it.) I had a long conversation with my little nephew last night. He was unusually chatty and made me laugh out loud several times. I love that boy.

Well, off to tackle exciting things like recycling (aka going to the former dump which is now called the Transfer Station) and running to the grocery store.

Happy Saturday.

Saturday

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74 degrees here yesterday. Both Don and I said it was too warm. (Not to mention spooky in this time of climate change.) Tomorrow will be considerably cooler.

I watched Singing in the Rain  yesterday which never fails to make me smile. Though it was poignant, having just lost Debbie Reynolds. This morning I’m going to watch Stagecoach – one of my favorite movies. TCM viewers: is this the first time TCM has done 31 Days of Oscar with the movies airing in alphabetical order? I’m thinking it is, but I might be wrong.

We chatted with Little Z last night, who always makes me laugh. That boy is destined to direct people in some way: “Aunt Claudia, you say this. Uncle Don, you say that. No. Not Aunt Claudia, just Uncle Don. No. Not Uncle Don, just Aunt Claudia.”

I recognize this, as I was much the same when I was a kid. You go, Little Z!

Happy Saturday.

 

Kisses

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The sun is out.

It came out at the very end of the day yesterday and is shining today. Of course, it’s colder. I guess that’s the price we have to pay.

I was so desperate to post some photos other than the many I’ve taken of this apartment, that I ran outside yesterday after rehearsal and went to the park. I came up with these. Goodness, it was gloomy out there.

The city sets up an ice skating rink that lasts through the holidays and a bit beyond.

As I walked back toward the apartment, I saw the grassy areas where Scout loved to go when she stayed with me here in the apartment in the autumn of 2014. I must admit, I got very, very sad and that feeling stayed with me the rest of the day. I miss her. I wrote about it on Facebook and Instagram, so I won’t repeat myself here. Hartford is full of memories for me, and many of them – in the apartments, the hotel and the park – revolve around my girl.

The sun came out late in the day (after I’d taken these pictures, of course) and we were treated to a lovely sunset.

That’s the gold dome of the Capitol in the distance and the pond that’s in the park.

I saw two birds flying toward the sunset:

If you look closely, you can see them.

My little nephew, Z, called last night. He cannot figure out why I am here and not at home with Don. So he always says “Hi!” and then immediately follows with  “Is Uncle Don there?” I explain that Uncle Don is back home and this statement is greeted with “Why?” And then another “Why?”

Meredith has Z alternating his nightly calls between his Uncle Don and Aunt Claudia. He is fascinated with other languages at the moment. He said “Talk to me.” So I started yammering on about my day and he quickly interrupted with “No. Talk to me in a language.” So I said a few words in French, which he repeated and he offered some words in Spanish that he’d learned in school and we discussed how to say hello in Italian.

He is very smart.

Then, the best part of the call. He gave me butterfly kisses on the phone. He even took off his glasses to make it easier. Mere said he’s never done that before. Can you tell this Aunt was positively glowing? Yep. I sent some butterfly kisses his way, as well.

Hearing that voice on the phone makes my day.

Happy Thursday.

 

 

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