Many things on Thursday.


I have realized that updating my coronavirus spreadsheet every day is an unconscious effort to maintain control over the situation in some small way. I continue to have the same low-level depression that pretty much everyone has this year; in me it manifests as low energy. I started the laundry last week and still haven’t finished it. Little projects that would life my spirits stay undone. I do knit every night and look forward to it as soon as I get up in the morning. Earlier in the lockdown I would review my day as I went to bed and try to remember something I accomplished that day. That was a good practice that I need to re-start. Compared to almost anyone else in the world, my lockdown experience is superior — pleasant place to be, good company, financial security, plenty of food, excellent internet access, extended family doing fine — but we all know logic is not a remedy for depression. Doing things is a remedy for me. Gotta pick a teeny project every day; baby steps. 



I filed all four financial reports that were due yesterday, two for campaigns and two for political parties, and I filed them all early. I am very proud of myself for that, since I am a model procrastinator. There are 34 such reports to file in 2020, so many that I cannot remember them all — I have to have an Excel spreadsheet of the dates and reports on the bulletin board next to my computer. As I file a report I cross it off, otherwise I might not even remember that I filed that particular report. The next five are all due between July 30 and August 3, then there is a respite until the third week in September. This treasurer stuff is definitely a part-time job, but it is one I enjoy.



My book group has been meeting in a park this summer. We hadn’t met since January or February, and by June we were all itching to socialize with each other again. We each bring our own chair and our own supper, and we sit at least six feet apart. It has been glorious. Not sure what we will do when the weather turns too cold for park sitting. Maybe we can meet in the large meeting room in the new library in town; it has a capacity for 50 people, so six should be able to social distance properly.



We used to have a four-armed bird feeder hanger on the hill visible from the kitchen and dining room; we hung a hummingbird feeder, a thistle seed feeder, a suet block feeder, and a supposedly squirrel-proof feeder*. But a bear took it down one night in a hunt for a treat, and then the new septic system required rearranging the hill. We never re-installed anything. The hummingbird feeder and thistle feeder were moved to the front deck railing, but they did not seem to attract many birds. Now we have fixed that, and by “we” I mean me pointing and Smokey doing.

The hummingbird feeder was very busy in June, and when an oriole showed up one day, Smokey acquired an oriole feeder; it’s almost exactly like the one for the hummers, but has perches for the birds and a larger reservoir. The deck absolutely buzzes with hummers, and, as they prefer the oriole feeder, he took down the smaller one. He also rehung the thistle feeder, and for some reason the goldfinches came back to eat the very same seed they had ignored in previous summers**. So we have avian entertainment in the afternoons and evenings when we watch TV as the hummers, goldfinches, chickadees, and nuthatches fill their little bellies. Even a red-bellied woodpecker stopped by to see what all the excitement was about.

Then I watched this video. And got all kinds of ideas for more feeders. Yesterday Smoke hung the suet feeder, which was promptly visited by a wee red squirrel. (I didn’t even know we HAD red squirrels here.) Smoke also stocked up on black oil sunflower seed, which will go into that supposedly squirrel-proof feeder that used to hang on the four-armed post. Smokey is planning to rig something that attaches to the railing that will elevate the feeders so we have a better view of the action. This is how retirees amuse themselves...


* I don’t think any feeder is actually squirrel-proof. At least one squirrel figured out back in the day that it could curl its tail over the top of the feeder and hang from it to get at the seed without causing the perch shelf to close. Clever squirrel!

** Does this happen to anyone else? Something doesn’t work, and I try everything I can think of to fix it before asking Smokey to look at whatever it is. He touches it with one fingertip and it immediately starts working flawlessly. I used to get frustrated with this, but now I just shrug and thank him.

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8 Responses to Many things on Thursday.

  1. Tracey says:

    It definitely happens at my house. I just call my husband to waft some testosterone near whatever I am fixing, and the electronics start working, the faucet stops dripping, the printer un-jams, etc.

  2. Deb says:

    Did you see the squirrel obstacle course video on YouTube? So funny.

  3. Kathleen Walsh says:

    Our problem is the chipmunks that are light enough to sit on the round perch without closing access to the bird seed. Within 3 days the bird feeders were empty. I tried lubricating the pole with vaseline, but the rain washed it away. I put a plastic shield around the pole and they used it as a stepping stone to climb the pole, Now my squirrel buster bird feeders remain empty.

  4. Shirley says:

    That video made my day!

  5. gayle says:

    Thanks SO much for the bird ID video! Finally figured out that the birdsong I kept hearing was a cardinal!
    (I’ve been trying to think of a good list at the end of each day for the next day, with a ‘I will do one of the things on this list tomorrow’ promise. If I get to more things, fine and dandy, but I can usually manage one for sure. It seems to be helping)

  6. Julia in KW says:

    Oh, I can lose a good chunk of my day watching the goings on at the feeders and the bird bath…and of course, the squirrels trying to enjoy (hoard) them as well!

  7. k says:

    Daughter has the superpower in our house, but it’s the power of finding. I can think of one instance in the last five years that whatever was lost didn’t magically appear as soon as I said, “Do you know where . . .”
    Her father had the power to short out electrical things by being in the same room. Not consistently, but it was there.

  8. One of these days I will hang my bird feeder on my patio so that I can watch the birds. The biggest problem is, the best place to watch the feeder will be from the kitchen window, so unless I want to stand around in the kitchen, the birds (and likely squirrels) will go largely unobserved.

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