Outside my window…. I just saw the giant glossy magpie take the two baby doves from the nest and eat them. The dove parents are pretty shaken up about it.
I am thinking…. that the doves always build their nests in dangerous, precarious positions that would test the survival skills of a crocodile let alone a baby bird. (I know crocodiles don’t live in nests)
I am thankful for…. the fact that I gave up trying to save baby doves a long long time ago. For a while there I spent a lot of time trying to but it was a pointless battle and more than a little heart breaking. Storms, magpies, cats, the world was fraught with danger for them before they even made it out of the nest. I just accepted that that was the way nature worked and that sometimes it could be a nasty bitch.
I am wearing…. Black t shirt, black leggings, thongs. Tasteful. Typical don’t have to leave the house today clothes.
I am creating…. wonderful new records in Monster Dash on my phone. Oh ok then, one. One new record.
I am going…. to work harder at creating new Monster Dash records.
From the kitchen… there will be very little happening because I already prepared the ratatouille this morning. I’m cooking from Michelle Bridges Crunch Time Cookbook. She’s a good little chef, went off in Celebrity Masterchef even though they kept saying she wasn’t using enough salt. She’s one of the trainers in our Biggest Loser.
I am reading…. Faithful Place by Tana French. It’s not great. Her other one I read was much better. I find it hard to read Irish books because I do the accents and its hard work. Mind you scottish is worse.
I am hoping…. that I get the hang of daylight savings soon because it’s doing my head in. We started on Sunday and today I’m delirious with tiredness.
I am hearing…. Ian and Shirley’s little dogs yapping away in one ear and irritating chirpy birds in the other. With the dulcet (not) undertones of tinnitus ringing as background music.
Around the house…. it’s a bloody disaster as usual. And how does the washing breed in the basket like that anyway.
One of my favourite things…. is my first mango of the season each year. It’s waiting on the kitchen bench for me. Not favourite is the price they charge. $ 4.00 for one mango.
A few plans for the rest of the week…….go out for a long lunch tomorrow with Cath, eat and drink too much and spend Saturday recovering. 10km run on Sunday. It’s the end of an era actually, hope we go out with a bang not a fizzle. See Cath is a school teacher and every school holidays we go out one day and have a massive lunch. They usually go for about seven hours and involve a lot of wine and laughs. But I’m moving after christmas so tomorrow will be our last one. Well our last one here. I’m only going an hour down the road so we’ll have them there instead next year.We’ll be able to have them on the harbour which will be less than awful.
Here’s a baby that did make it out of the nest.
So thats it. My daybook for yesterday. Now I’m going to go and pretty it up for my diary. I don’t actually have a diary but I have a sketch pad that I stick things in every now and then. The idea came from this website I found via someone on wordpress and you’re supposed to title it The Simple Woman’s Daybook. But I don’t like that because I’m not simple. It should be the Woman’s Simple Daybook I think. Or just A Simple Daybook because men might want to do it as well. But I didn’t organise it so really she can call it whatever the hell she wants.