Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Murder of Crows

No...crows were not killed. "Murder" is the term used to describe a group of crows.
And let me add that I do love the birds that many consider a nuisance - in fact the word "crow" is part of my magic-name. Birds of the crow family include ravens and jack-daws (found in Europe) and are considered one of  the most intelligent species of bird.

My father told of seeing a large group (murder) of crows early one morning on a deserted golf course. There was a circle of crows on the ground and many black dots sitting in the surrounding trees. There was one crow in the middle of the circle. Every so often, a crow would leave the circle and go peck at the crow in the middle. Pop had the distinct impression that the circle was handing out judgment to the one in the middle.

After hearing a flurry of cawing, I opened the blinds over my patio doors this morning to see an unusual site for our apartment complex: scores of crows flying around and even more perched in a nearby tree. I watched in fascination as several would swoop down in front of me and then fly toward the tree and take their seat. Two walked along the sidewalk in front of my apartment and cocked their heads, their dark shiny eyes visible in the morning light. Finally I said, "I can't join you in the tree. You see, I can't fly."
In two beats both crows had flown, but only after circling around the fence in front of my patio door.

Did they recognize a fellow-crow in human form or were they just acting like birds?
Guess which one I believe?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

On Valentine's Day and Love

I've spent many Valentine's Days alone.
I spent one trying to drive to Maryland in the snow with my brand-new husband - that was forty-one years ago and he's no longer my husband.
I've spent several with the significant-other of that time in my life.
I will spend tomorrow with the gentleman I suspect will be my last Valentine - not that he or I will be going anywhere soon.
Maybe I should have said my "lasting" Valentine.
It took me many years to realize what was really important - in life and love.
Honesty, loyalty, intelligence, humor, a love of life...
Lucky me that I found all of that in my sixties.
Oh, not just in the man I love...
But I also found them in me.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A Rant about Packaging

In the last few days I've tried to open the following:
1. a pack of crackers
2. a package of batteries
3. a package of tissue paper
4. a plastic bowl of pre-cut fruit
5. a locked cupboard

I worked very hard at opening up 1 through 3, needed help with 4 and 5 remained locked.

Packaging these days required you to use a knife or a special tool to cut through the thin or thick plastic coverings. Sometimes I've even injured my fingers trying to get through to whatever I wanted.

Must manufacturers use heat, shrink-wrap to cover everything these days?
As I age my fingers don't work as they used to, so I find myself hacking away with knives, scissors, tweezers, keys (especially if I'm in the car)...almost anything metal with a sharp point.

Can we just have packages that are easy to open?