V A 2019

Five A, First Friday of the new month so full speed ahead. Tragedy has struck here at the cloud and it is a sad day. Nature has taken its course and sometimes these events unfold and are sad and unfortunate but as I was telling Mom yesterday, ‘life goes on.’

It wasn’t the best choice of words on my part I admit because she called me and was having a tough day.

HEY, WE DON’T NEED TO HEAR THESE PERSONAL AND VERY PRIVATE DETAILS POR FAVOR.

Agreed and concur.

So early yesterday morning I saw the three ducklings swimming and playing and they had gotten bigger again overnight.

As I was watching them cavort, they actually discovered the ramp and were using it freely to exit the cement pond versus struggling trying to jump or leap out. It HAD TO hurt bumping their little chins on the rock edging but that must have been the little ‘peeps’ they were making.

About mid-afternoon I went out to clean leaves from the skimmers and there was one of the little ducklings feet up. The pump was not on but there is a back-flow flap that trapped the little hen inside and I figure the COD was either exhaustion or panic and fear in some combination. It would have been dark, I did notice the siblings hovering or swimming near that area earlier but didn’t even think about anything being out of sorts or connecting dots.

Still later in the day I heard the ‘peep-peeps’ move around the side and then back of the house so the remaining two found the first holes in the fence and were gone.

My opinion is they were too young, small and defenseless to survive but one never knows. They could have gotten lucky but I am THINKING unlikely. There are feral cats and hawks that would enjoy such a morsel.

SICK.

No, REAL.

I checked and there was no sign of a nest in the shrub and Mother APPARENTLY hatched just the three and went back to whoring around the marsh. I never did see a Dad which is odd but even ducks are living in the 21st century.

Mallards as a species mate for life so one can only speculate up until one has something more pressing to attend to which I did.

I’ll pray and hope they made it.

Speaking of praying for stupid things, this lady at a art meeting informed the group that so-and-so’s dog was not well and to ‘pray’ for the dog. One MUST draw the line somewhere and I kept my trap SHUT.

That’s about it. A sad and somber yesterday and a full day ahead today.

Working art projects, NEXT week the shows start. Final pushes for inventory.

Oh, Pat called today. He put the big push and hard sell on your writer for CDB or CBD. I told him it was ‘snake oil’ for the 21st century. A LENGTHY discussion followed and I am NOT CONVINCED it is as miraculous a panacea as the literature he has obviously studied so long claims.

He sent me a small sample bottle and I told him I had no intention of using it or even trying it.

WHY?

I am not sick and am not in need of any sort of ‘miracle’ to improve my health.

In fact, after the last chat with my Mom, I am no longer 100% certain that I want to live forever.

I mean just take a look around and start counting the idiots, morons and imbeciles that are both running around and managing to screw things up at EVERY single opportunity.

I am find here, my plans are set and solid. Static, interference or commercial interruptions are annoying, seldom tolerated and often and easily eliminated when possible.

Which is most of the time.

Obviously.