Sunday, December 20, 2009


Squirrels are mating in the trees.  Bouncing off the walls, scratching and clawing up bark trunks and along garage ledges four deep, scrambling, chasing, squealing, cooing, grunting, and a humming bird floats two feet away watching, eight feet off my upstairs perch.
Had to be something going on early, some instinct at work on this Sunday, scurrying and leaping across branches, leaves quivering and shaking and dancing when there is no wind.  Chattering, thumping and banging outside walls while my coffee dripped.
Morning madness.  
The woman next to me on Friday rubbed her thighs all morning and I tried not to notice while the instructor said 'Turn to page C-19' and then we took a break.

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