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Sunday, December 3rd, 2023 05:30 pmGot out to the super yesterday in grim grey dank December. Fiesta Farms is dangerous this time of year because they splash out on European chocolates and Italian Christmas cakes, which are cake and not the ungodly cobbling together of dried fruit and raisins and candied cherries and what all that English Christmas puddings are. Which they have as well, for those who care for fruitcake. I love cake and want cake and must not have cake because nothing will get either my blood sugar or weight down except serious undereating for a spell.
As I was coming back by the Baptist church a guy was standing mid-sidewalk apparently taking a picture of the street sign for the alleyway between Christie and Clinton. The sign may be new, or may indeed have been there for years, but hardly seemed to warrant the many camera-- or rather, phone-- angles needed to shoot it. But a little behind him was another clump of people looking up, and I then registered the hawk sitting on a branch of the church's maple tree. Bits of fluff from the hawk's dinner covered the ground by the alley. I knew there was a hawk in the neighbourhood but didn't expect it this close to a major street. Between hawks and coyotes, I can't understand why people let their cats out, but they do, and then post Missing Cat notices on the area's FB pages and the region telephone poles.
Have gone nowhere today because grim grey dank and also rain. This morning lying in bed with no desire to get up on my owie leg, thought to do some self-massage of the shin tendons. This turns out to be a huge mistake because they then stiffened and spasmed into immovability. However I'd been half thinking of getting a massage to see if it would help but worried that it might have the precise opposite effect. Yes, it would have, and cost me a hundred dollars as well. Lesson learned.
As I was coming back by the Baptist church a guy was standing mid-sidewalk apparently taking a picture of the street sign for the alleyway between Christie and Clinton. The sign may be new, or may indeed have been there for years, but hardly seemed to warrant the many camera-- or rather, phone-- angles needed to shoot it. But a little behind him was another clump of people looking up, and I then registered the hawk sitting on a branch of the church's maple tree. Bits of fluff from the hawk's dinner covered the ground by the alley. I knew there was a hawk in the neighbourhood but didn't expect it this close to a major street. Between hawks and coyotes, I can't understand why people let their cats out, but they do, and then post Missing Cat notices on the area's FB pages and the region telephone poles.
Have gone nowhere today because grim grey dank and also rain. This morning lying in bed with no desire to get up on my owie leg, thought to do some self-massage of the shin tendons. This turns out to be a huge mistake because they then stiffened and spasmed into immovability. However I'd been half thinking of getting a massage to see if it would help but worried that it might have the precise opposite effect. Yes, it would have, and cost me a hundred dollars as well. Lesson learned.
