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taxishoes' birthday today! He is the best, all the world should bake him a cake.
Today whilst basking in the sunshine mugs of wine at our feet books spread upon our laps Cathy and I were looking at the birds in the trees surrounding our little stone paved backyard. I was looking mostly in that way when I hear one, look up to see what kind of bird it might be, and flinch when I hear its wings and feel the shadow of death pass over me. But it was nice nonetheless, and Cathy said if she were a nonhuman animal she'd be a songbird. I thought about it, pushed my back against the rotting sunwarmed fence, admitted I'd be a dolphin how sweet it'd be to beat yr muscled sleekness through waves and crest in the air, push through on the backs of waves. Then I said well, aside from a dolphin, I'd be a hawk. You know as much as I'm terrified of birds there are some birds I really like, like hawks. I think I would be a falcon, swooping down wicked fast.
Cathy said, "Whosa top?"
And I almost died from laughter. (First, her use of 'whosa,' which is clearly my influence by way of House. Second, the fact that being a falcon does sort of embody any toppish tendencies I have. Thirdly, the fact that *Cathy* referred to a hawk as a Top of an animal--which it clearly is-- and I'm sure had to link that up to my unfettered bossiness around the house [read: kitchen.]) Then Cathy made an allusion to some Chaucer I've never read about a parliament of birds. Then I thought about being a hawk and swooping down, saying "Give it up, your throat is mine!" to some little bunny. Life is such a delight.
taxishoes' birthday today! He is the best, all the world should bake him a cake.Today whilst basking in the sunshine mugs of wine at our feet books spread upon our laps Cathy and I were looking at the birds in the trees surrounding our little stone paved backyard. I was looking mostly in that way when I hear one, look up to see what kind of bird it might be, and flinch when I hear its wings and feel the shadow of death pass over me. But it was nice nonetheless, and Cathy said if she were a nonhuman animal she'd be a songbird. I thought about it, pushed my back against the rotting sunwarmed fence, admitted I'd be a dolphin how sweet it'd be to beat yr muscled sleekness through waves and crest in the air, push through on the backs of waves. Then I said well, aside from a dolphin, I'd be a hawk. You know as much as I'm terrified of birds there are some birds I really like, like hawks. I think I would be a falcon, swooping down wicked fast.
Cathy said, "Whosa top?"
And I almost died from laughter. (First, her use of 'whosa,' which is clearly my influence by way of House. Second, the fact that being a falcon does sort of embody any toppish tendencies I have. Thirdly, the fact that *Cathy* referred to a hawk as a Top of an animal--which it clearly is-- and I'm sure had to link that up to my unfettered bossiness around the house [read: kitchen.]) Then Cathy made an allusion to some Chaucer I've never read about a parliament of birds. Then I thought about being a hawk and swooping down, saying "Give it up, your throat is mine!" to some little bunny. Life is such a delight.
