Oboe pooped in my eye yesterday morning. I was lying on my side in bed and he was perched on my temple. And then suddenly my eye was warm and wet. As gross as it was, I was relieved that it was the lovebird and not the Amazon who had pooped in my eye.
Actually, both birds rarely poop on me. Oboe might poop on my legs, but almost never on my head or shoulders. I think he got confused because I was lying down. In the four months Kazoo has been living here, he has only pooped on me once, while sitting on my shoulder. Even then, he tried to aim it away from me.
Having poop in my eye reminded me of something that happened many years ago. I was 17 and hitchhiking around Nova Scotia, and I found myself standing outside a shopping mall chatting with a busker. While we were talking, a seagull pooped on my head. It was a large seagull, and a large slimy poop. I went into the mall to use the washroom to clean myself up. But there was a mentally ill woman in the washroom and she started talking to me. She told me in detail about all the operations she’d ever had. She even took off her clothes to show me the scars. And I stood there, for HOURS, listening politely and looking at her scars, not knowing how to extricate myself. Meanwhile, other women came and went, and the seagull poop congealed in my hair, and still this woman went on and on about her operations and how the doctors had inserted microphones and transmitters under her skin to intercept her thoughts and steal her ideas. I was such a polite kid. It never even occurred to me to just leave.
In other news, we’ve decided on a name for the baby African Grey parrot.
Drum roll, please.
Simon.
Simon Taylor Grey.
I can’t wait for him to get here. I think about him all the time.
GC and I went to The Running Stitch, the quilt shop in Kanata yesterday. We both impulsively signed up for an introductory quilting course, which starts on March 24th.
I woke up yesterday morning with a bit of a cough. By evening I had a fever of 38.5. GC asked how I felt otherwise, and I told him I was fine. Then I stood up and realized I wasn’t fine after all. I was dizzy. Every muscle and joint in my body suddenly ached like crazy.
It was a rough night. Fever, chills, headache, intense aches and pains. Around dawn GC got me some ASA and a big glass of water, which helped a lot. The fever broke, and the aches and pains diminished. Now I just have a cough and I’m weak, but in that nice curl-up-on-the-couch way.
That’s sounds exactly like the flu that David and I had when we went to San Francisco earlier this year. It was terrible! I hope you feel better soon.
And I’ll be excited to hear about your quilting course. I had a Groupon a few days ago for $25 off fabric at the Running Stitch. I don’t know if you can still access it, but I’ll try to send you the info just in case.
I remember you wrote about that flu, Jennifer. How long were you sick for? I’m hoping it’s just a hard swift strike and then it’ll be gone.
As for the groupon coupon, it’s only purchasable the one day, but I did buy it.
It took me about ten days to feel like myself again. It felt like it would never end. Truly sucky.
My husband and I were hit with that flu a couple of weeks ago; it’s a particularly nasty strain. I’ve never been so ill in my life.
Be careful. Quilting is a gateway drug into… more quilting.
Susan, I’ll ask you too – how long were you sick with the flu? Are you a quilter?
time to sell the loom to make room for the quilting rack. Remember when we had one in the living room in Kinburn?
Yes, I want to sell the loom, but to make room for the long arm quilting machine. (Ha! Just kidding! Those things are gigantic and expensive.) But no I don’t remember us having a quilting rack in Kinburn. How come all of a sudden your memory is better than mine?
love the new format…I am not sure but I know that one of the quilts (I think it is the one that Robbie had forever) was made on that quilt rack.
Maybe Menopausal forgetfulness is most noticable in the first few years.
I thought quilt racks were just for displaying quilts, not for making them? Aren’t they just made on sewing machines? And I’m still in that PRE-menopausal forgetfulness phase…
I hear it’s good luck for a sea gull to poop on one’s head.
Get healthy quick!
Cheers, Shannon
That would explain why I’ve been so lucky for the past 30 years or so…
Good thing you don’t keep cows as pets…
That cracked me up!
The rack is set up and the quilt goes on the racked stretched tightly…then a group of women (or men) sit around and quilt and chat…hence; The Quilting Bee
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I remember walking to high school one spring day and having a bird perched in a tree above me poop on the road right beside where I was walking. When I looked up, he was looking down at me, so cool. He was totally aiming for me. I’m glad your birds are nicer than that one was.
And hope you feel better too.
That sounds like something a crow would do. Was it a crow?
hope you feel much better really soon. take it easy till then and you’ll speed your recovery. promise.
I’m taking your advice Toni. I don’t know if it’s making me recover any faster, but I’m enjoying it.
The actual god-I-feel-like-dying stage was 24 hours but the cough and rattly chest was a good two weeks in clearing. It’s VERY persistent.
Yes, I’m a quilter.
Okay, yeah, that sounds like mine. The first 24 hours were brutal, but it hasn’t been too bad since then. Especially if I don’t push myself to do anything.
that sound in your chest was one of my pnemonia symptoms:(