This morning I was out front enjoying my love language (two cigarettes and a cup of cawfee) when I noticed two fine, feathered boids nestled comfortably between bushes in front of our porch. Normally we have hanging plants in which boids will nest and lay eggs but this year we did not, probably due to Covid•19*. It’s not the worst thing for the boids as it makes it easier for them to carry in the groceries. You’d know this if you’ve ever rented a second or third floor apartment.
Anyhoo, this changes how we landscape our front yard. Lawn mowing will be verboten until the cycle-of-life is completed. I have no idea how long it will take for the boidlings to grow before they can fly away, fly away, fly away all. Until then, we’ll keep a sharp eye out for a warning from our homeowners association to git our lawn all nice and tidy before they drop the anvil on us.
In other leg-breaking news, Susan is looking into taking a Norwegian Cruise Line to the moon since it looks like South America might still be closed – due to Covid•19 – when our Princess Cruise in March, 2021 rolls around.
Ballet on the moon is the greatest. 1/6 of Earth’s gravity allows us to hit the bathroom during grande jeté and get back for the soft landing.
Miriam the prophetess, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine, and all the women followed her with tambourines, dancing. Miriam led them in singing,
Sing to God—
what a victory!
He pitched horse and rider
into the sea!
* ya think?