Glory Days
Posted by Adrenalynn on 16 May 2010
I’ve had the flu for the past week, and I’m not gonna lie to you; it’s been rough. When I get sick I get sick, so up until yesterday I’ve basically stayed horizontal. It’s not been a complete waste, though. For instance, I’ve learned that wearing a bra is overrated. And it’s true what they say about hair; if you don’t wash it for an extended period of time it practically starts to wash itself. That chic dirty look completely goes together with my slightly smelly sweats and underwear from Tuesday.
When I’m sick I also start thinking about seriously profound stuff, like life and mortality and whether zebras are really white with black stripes or the other way around. The other day when I was laying on the couch and wondering if I was finally about to meet my maker, I heard a loud thump! as a little sparrow flew straight into the living room window. Of course I immediately ran outside to check on the poor bird (I’m such an animal lover), and found it on the ground, trying to lift its head. I picked it up and held it in my hand for a few minutes while the sparrow gasped for breath. It was warm and soft, and I kept thinking I should do something to try and rescue the little thing, but I never even learned how to do mouth-to-mouth on a human, so I decided against it. Eventually the bird stopped moving around and its head fell back against my fingers, its little chest suddenly completely still. For a minute I simply stood there in my slippers holding a dead bird, not sure what to do. Do I just throw it behind a bush? Do I bury it? Throw it in the trash? It was still so warm and soft, and it felt a little wrong to just toss it away without, I don’t know, acknowledging its little existence on this Earth. Or something. I had a headache though, so I opted for the behind the bush scenario and went back inside to wash my hands.
I told my husband the riveting story about the bird when he came home that day, but to my surprise he didn’t appreciate how interesting my day had been. Or the obvious metaphor. Or anything. So that’s why I’m sharing this with you, dear reader, who will surely understand.
And because you held your breath wondering: the title for my last post was stolen from the song Sittin’ on top of the world by, oh, just about everybody. Now if you don’t recognize this post’s title I’m going to lose all faith in you, so make me proud!
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Dear Animal Lover,
Considering what you have been through….should I be glad there are no bathroom pictures??? (hmmm….she wonders….will he ever let that go….)
So, you have been sick and taking care of birds. There's not some sort of a bird flu story related to all of this, is there? And…I have to know….about the….the…the….stripes! What way do the zebras roll??
Back to that bird. So…interesting you were having these thoughts of life and death…and then experienced that with the bird. My takeaway: You never know what's going to happen in life – so NOW is the time to really live.
For the record….I don't wear a bra either….
Hi there Lance; do you sit in a corner and stare at your computer, waiting for me to hit post? Well done. Oh, and you canceled out any bathroom jokes for the rest of the century with the "sassy and classy" comment, so you're still good.
I'm leaning against white with black stripes. Doesn't that just seem to make the most sense? Don't start disagreeing now and ruining my good night's sleep, you hear?!
Now IS the time to really live! I can always trust you to find a life lesson in my incoherent ramblings!
Geez, you've figured me out (that…or you think I'm some sort of cyber – stalker…)
whew…we're still good! Wow, I think you've given me a lifetime of humoring myself here….
So, that zebra. He (she) started as all white, and then in zebra-pregnancy – was gifted with the black stripes? (makes perfect sense to me) And – that answer also nets you a good night's sleep. Well…of course you are probably sleeping already. If you are not, and are actually reading this comment as I type it – then you might be more of a freak than me.
For the record – I find much coherency in incoherency. I also find those to be really big words for me. And I'm not that cyber-stalker. Cyber-freak??? (for the record….I won't answer that one…)
Be well, sleepy friend!
I was indeed sleeping, which proves that you're WAY freakier than me! Thank you for reminding me of my countless stretch marks, though, that really was the best gift ever. I'll refrain from calling you a cyber-freak if it'll make you feel better..
I cried a bit reading about the poor little sparrow, but it was a good way for him to go out — in the loving hands of a caring person who hoped he would jump up and fly off. That happened to me with a teeny squirrel once who had fallen from a tree. I tossed him under a bush too.
Did you know those little male squirrels have quite prominent-looking male parts? Yep! That was the second male squirrel I've witnessed up close and personal. The most recent one our daschund stashed under my husband's pillow.
Flu sucks! Glad it's behind you now.
Can't believe I am actually near the top of your comments for this –whoo-hoo!!! Lance does manage to get the top spot on so many blogs? How DOES that cyber-freak manage to do it??? Ahh — hidden cameras in our homes I think?!!
xo
Hi Jannie; I had no idea male squirrels had that kind of anatomy, but then I don't really hang around squirrels that much. I can't imagine waking up with a dead super hung squirrel under your pillow! That has to be scary. I hope he found it before he went to bed! Congratulations on being so high on the list; I'm a little scared to think what that Lance does to ensure his position on all these blogs… maybe he's some kind of ninja blogger?
Okay – you two troublemakers…
I think I prefer ninja blogger over cyber freak!! (thanks a whole lot Jannie!!!)
Hidden cameras?? No way!! And I can't share my secrets – it's all part of the secret ninja code of conduct.
Now the rest of this conversation is just strange (you know, the squirrel talk). I might be the *ahem* cyber-freak (thanks again, Jannie!!) – you two – though – just plain freakish!
Lynn – aren't you proud of me?? A whole 30 minutes between your last reply and my popping back over here (well…in stealth mode…you didn't see me show up, did you!)
How rotten to be feeling so ill. I start thinking about profound stuff when I'm ill. You did well to attend to the bird. It would have freaked me out so I wouldn't have been able to go near it, I hate to admit.
Hi Rosie, I think the reason I picked it up in the first place was my fear that the kids would come home and see it! Then it just snowballed from there… It didn’t freak me out as much as I’d feared though!
Hi Rosie, I think the reason I picked it up in the first place was my fear that the kids would come home and see it! Then it just snowballed from there… It didn’t freak me out as much as I’d feared though!
I live in fear of the flu. How would I run after the dude? Ahhhhh. I hope you're feeling better!
Hi Kristin, I know! Being sick when you’re taking care of children is absolutely terrible. Why don’t they have sick leave for moms?
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Hope you're feeling a bit better. Now put your bra back on: your boobs will thank you in years to come!
Hi Trish; I feel much better, thank you! I’m even wearing a bra today and everything. I’ve actually thought about wearing a bra to bed as well, out of fear of the Sagging Breast Situation…
Glory Days – why, Bruce of course. I hope you are feeling better by now. I had a nasty illness for a couple days last week – awful to be that sick.
The poor bird – but you gave it a peaceful death. Sweet of you.
Hi Lynn, yes! Bruce! THANK YOU. I feel much better, and now it seems kinda stupid that I felt so awful when I was sick. It couldn’t have been that bad, right? Right.
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Hei Keekaboo; veldig søtt altså. Og litt morbid. Men det er derfor vi liker deg så godt!