My feeding of the Crows has had the unexpected side effect of making me a saint amongst the pigeons. The crows, they crack the peanuts, leave a lot of crumbs for the pigeons to eat. The pigeons have figured out that when I appear, so do the crumbs.
There's one, I'll call him/her stupid, he/she will swoop down, land, then rush me with as much focus and determination any pigeon has ever had. Once under my feet he/she'll tramp about, look at me, look for crumbs, land on my foot, try and land on my lap, land beside me, I give up and crush a peanut under foot...
This merely encourages him/her.
I must say, I prefer the reticence of the crows, their ultra-cautious approach, always keeping a good 5 feet or more away, although, having watched me not murder said little pesky pigeon they've grown a bit more bold. By the end of summer I'll have one on my shoulder...
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And the patio has been set up and provides yet another obstacle to making a living. Called in to work for Sunday, a certain waitress, all the personality of a garbage truck, has quit, or, but none of my business. She would complain of the slowest of days (fair enough) but you'd come in to a shift after her and find nothing was done. No prep, nada, zilch, she sat on the phone the whole day. So while I'm glad she's gone I'm not thrilled to be working.
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It's the Sunday Mother's Day Market, a very-real possibility it will be busy. Before work I've committed to helping the old Chef buy a car, we go and look at it, a Nissan Infinity, good condition, well looked after, turns out the seller is a customer, he recognizes me; this favours the sale and former Chef makes the purchase. The car, runs good, looks good, probably good, but at the moment I'm a little skeptical, the world at the moment, petrol, Iran, you get it. Maybe this isn't the year to buy a car. But we all go on as normal, fire? what fire? oh....the world. Nobody that I've spoken to has in any way understood the gravity of our situation. Maybe it's me. I'm a bit of a nay-sayer, I mean, I spent NYEve 2000 under my desk, but...well, wait and see....
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The patio, a table, inside the restaurant, a bit busy, maybe a little too much for one person, with the to-go orders and deliveries definitely too much, but the evening passes and I bail at 7:30. This was to be a day off, squandered, and I'm a little nervous as to tonight, tomorrow, the patio, it might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Already I'm busy enough, tables inside, even on a slow night it's busier than it appears with the phone, to-go orders, deliveries, now - well; we'll see if I can juggle it all, although it might be time to change my schedule to a 10:30-7:30 so that I help the closer with the cross-over duties.
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Painting, little postcards, experiments, trying to get a grasp on the mixed media still within my possession, I need to go to the museum and commit to making some postcards; hand-made one of a kind, one at a time, small profits multiplied with a factory styled approach...
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And having cleaned the apartment for the inspection/heater check up that didn't occur, loathe to make a mess again, reminded of what needs to go, what can stay, and everything that I would use once again mislaid or misfiled and I'm at a loss...
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The weather is fine. Mighty fine, last night thunder and electrical storms, violent lights fragmenting the sky, a fine spring-time show. I do so love a good thunder-shower.
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The Hantavirus
...and this, the trending news, and everyone on Reddit says "don't worry be happy" and while I'm sure they're all right, all qualified disease specialists, all know what they're talking about, I can't help but remember the Coronavirus, the early warning signals from China, the videos, posts, we all knew - if we paid attention and believed it - it was coming - but the handling of it (Canada, fine, USA, not-so-much), and the fact that patients have been transported to the zone of non-competence...
Well...
2020 2.0