Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Sometimes Nature can be so cruel

On top of the buckets of rain we've had this year, the wind seems more intense than in years past. A few months ago, I took down a couple of my windchimes because I couldn't sleep.

Yesterday, the winds paid us a visit again. When I was coming home from work last night, an entire nest was on the ground on its side. Hopefully the birds made it out before the nest took a nosedive to the ground. Then this AM, I was walking along side our building (affectionately called the wind tunnel), and there was a baby bird that was splat on the concrete. It was a fairly large baby bird....really brought up a dark cloud over my morning.

Preparing to leave....

*grrrr* Everything's pretty much packed and ready to go now. I'm going out of my mind trying to think of what important item I've forgotten (I always forget something). I put the suitcases in the living room by the front door last night so that my bed was clear, and found that sometime in the night Magnum puked on the suitcases. Thank goodness it was on the edges, and not the middle because the bags were unzipped so I can throw something in if necessary. (I just wrote down on my hand to grab my umbrella...)

Magnum pukes a lot anyway, but I think that both cats are sensing I'm nervous and feeding off that. Which only makes ME more nervous, and the cycle keeps feeding off itself. I think I'll be a lot better off when I'm on the Interstate on my way to Phoenix because there's not much else I can do about preparing to go.

I think I'll be able to totally relax when I'm in the airport, and past the security screeners. Because of my stimulator, I cannot go through the metal detector, unless I want to give my brain a power surge. So I hand over my medical ID card, then have to consent to hand searching. Last time that happened, they took me to a separate room, which caused me to part with my carry-on bag. By the time I realized what happened, ran down the terminal, recovered my bag, and returned to my gate, boarding was occuring. At least this trip, my sister can recover my backpack, so hopefully that will not happen again.