Not a creature was stirring as I sat at my computer, fingers
hitting the right keys sometimes, sometimes not.
“Churip.”
What in the heck? Is that
my new phone chirping?
Nope. Not an electronic device, an organic one.
A real life bird had flown in the open kitchen door, made
its way through the living room, and down
the hall into my office. “Okay little
bird,” I said. “I know birds are messengers. Do you have a message for me?”
No response.
I closed the office door and we did a fly-by, a two-point
landing, numerous bashings against the walls, a hiding behind the desk. I tried
to reassure him that he had nothing to fear, I was going to carefully carry him
outside where he could once again be a free bird.
Finally he flew into the walk-in closet. I closed the door
and I caught his quivering little body and carried him outside where I released
him happy into the sunshiny morning air.
My message?
You have nothing to fear. Don’t kill yourself by bashing against
the walls. Trust that everything will be all in divine order.
We still have no word that the house we have applied for to
rent is ours—you know, wait through one
weekend, through the 5 day week, then into Good Friday and another weekend, this
one being Easter weekend.
We have continued to pack around here. Husband Dear has a
ton of electronic equipment, some from WWI and you know how heavy electronics
were then. When I complained to him--he being in Oregon, about how much heavy equipment he has he said, “Oh
there is a plane engine in the garage.”
Now,
how in the heck are we going to lift that?
Two more days, a washer, a dryer , a refrigerator , a plane
engine, parts of a Gyrocopter, and miscellaneous stuff to be loaded into the 6thU-Haul
POD. (We ordered another.) I pray it will not be too heavy.
We are leaving Temecula California Tuesday April 2, aiming
for Eugene Oregon. That is Daughter, grandson, two dogs, two cats, two goldfish, and me in a
pickup truck.
The Beverly Hillbillies are at it again.
And look what we found last night. An Easter surprise!
All day the owner and helpers had been working. Last night
we checked on the results of their labor, and found in the huge storage
building behind the house a nice sawdust lined pen, and under heating lamps, at
least 200 baby chicks.
Grandson had a ball.
