Friday, May 11, 2012

Avian Harassment

First the important stuff—my bestie's husband came out of surgery for his heart transplant this morning. So relieved to know the surgery went smoothly and that by afternoon he was awake and his breathing tube was removed, and he was talking. It's just amazing and awesome and… well… AWESOME!!!

I am still amazed at how quickly his new heart was found—1 month! I've known people who have had to wait months and years for a transplant. I'll be giving thanks in my prayers tonight when I ask the Creator to continue watching over them.

Following up from Wednesday's post: I'm learning more and more about Adult Children of Alcoholics syndrome, and I'm just floored at how much what I am learning is resonating. Also learning that it applies to any sort of dysfunctional family situation—not just alcohol-related.

Mom still isn't communicating with me. I tried calling her Tuesday night when I caught wind of a news story in her town that sounded like it might involve her, also tried emailing her when I got a busy signal (she tends to take the phone off the hook when she's avoiding us). Saw a follow-up news story on Wednesday morning, so I knew it wasn't her (whew!), but tried to call Wednesday night to talk with her about para-alcoholism. Again, busy signal.

I've emailed to keep her posted on the heart transplant but have gotten no response. Not entirely unexpected, but still… I don't know if you're still reading, mom, but if you are, I want you to know I don't blame you and you shouldn't feel like my pain is your fault or that you're responsible for it AT ALL. But I am going to try to set right this thing that is off, and I do think that process will be painful for you if you're not also getting some help.

In addition to the Adult Children of Alcoholics Syndrome book, I'm also picking up a copy of The Complete ACoA Sourcebook: Adult Children of Alcoholics at Home, at Work and in Love. I was going to get the latter in ebook format, but I think I'll be highlighting the shizzle out of it and writing in the margins like crazy.

Aaaaand… onto the less-heavy stuff. I've blogged about our bluebirds before. I mentioned it on facebook, but didn't say anything here—something (we're thinking it was a raccoon) pulled the bluebird nest out of the newspaper box and ate all the babies. But bluebirds are supposed to have more than one clutch each year, so we got them a proper home.

They've certainly been interested in it, and we've even seen them gathering nesting materials, but I don't think they've officially taken up residence yet.

But today they did something entirely new—they started bullying me! And I have photographic evidence to prove it! But I don't think it will hold up in court.

I was sitting here, at my desk in the office, working as usual and minding my own business. Today was mild and I had the small window near my desk open (the window you see behind the bluebird house is the big window in the office, the small window is on the side of the house) to catch the breeze and listen to the birds.

Then there was a commotion at the window and when I looked up a bluebird was latched onto the window screen, beating his wings on the screen, and jabbering up a storm. Drove the cats CAH-RAY-ZEE for sure! But this went on all day!

I wish I could stitch the whole sequence together like a sketch flipbook.

I'm pretty sure this bluebird is giving me the stink-eye, too!
"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"


  1. Your bluebirds are cracking me up!

  2. I woke up to them doing the same thing at the bedroom window this morning. Apparently the house we got them isn't nice enough and they want this one. LOL