Sunday Thoughts
Watching birds and thinking
It’s Sunday and I’m waiting here looking out the window at some birds, doves specifically. There is a nest and the mom is taking care of the babies. I think there are two babies but I only see one right now. The baby is small and fuzzy and not colored like its mother. The little guy has been getting up, stretching his wings. I want to see him fly but I won’t be here long enough for that too happen. It’s just two more days then I’m back home.
Working like this is being in a sort of suspended animation. I’m in this house that isn’t mine and I have a job to do. I can still pursue my personal goals but it’s different when I am here. When I am here the temporariness of everything becomes evident. The food in the refrigerator is different. Not mine and unappealing. The short stay does not justify the expense or nuisance of stocking my own preferred food. Still I buy a few things. I eat out. I spend the time alone. That’s another aspect of this gig. Staying alone for long periods.
The weather is getting nice now and I am just waiting for my chance to go do things for myself again. That bird and I have something in common.
