My Birthday and the Birds

I awoke to a cold, cold morning. I could tell, because when I opened my eyes and lay there a bit, the furnace just kept running and running and, the room still felt chilly. The arctic air was here! So, I snuggled back down under the covers and wouldn't budge. Not for awhile anyway.

It was 13 degrees when I forced myself out of that warm bed. Do I have to? Well, yes... I have a podiatrist appointment after awhile. If that foot wasn't hurting I'd call and cancel but getting rid of the pain takes precedence over freezing to death.

I wrote my sister a letter. Typed it big print. She has to have cataract surgery soon and can't see much. I am so upset that letter writing is a thing of the past, as are a lot of other wonderful things.

(my sister)

Yesterday was my birthday. #80. My daughter is planning a big party for later on in the month. My fault because my birthday is just so close to Christmas!! Everybody's pooped out after the holidays. Perhaps by the time my party rolls around they will be ready to celebrate!! I hope so 'cause I will be.

The day was fun anyway. Daughter Shirley sees that I don't sit home alone. She grabbed me up and we headed to a new seafood place but wouldn't you know it... they were closed on Mondays. Durn.

We were going to the movie. I wanted to see 'Saving Mr. Banks' so we searched for a place to eat near the theatre. Found one we had never tried. It's called 'The Broken Egg' bistro. Hmmm.... well, we would try it. I was not going to eat ordinary bacon and eggs on my birthday!! No siree. So I ordered the Bayou Omelet (stuffed with peppers and onions and topped with crawfish etoufee). Shirley got us mimosas. Yum, yum, yum.

Sure wish you all had been with us. You could have helped me eat that plateful of yum. But, the mimosa was MINE!

This morning I was a little worried about my birdies so I checked the feeders. One is half-filled. Maybe it will not get empty until this weather warms up. But, look at this one. What happened!!

It's all helter-skelter. The squirrel maybe. I don't think the birds are gonna be happy about that. But....

That little titmouse isn't scared. He already has his breakfast in his beak. Good job, Birdy.

Now, it's time for me to get ready for that dr. appt. and to brave the cold. Maybe I'll straighten the feeder when I go outside.

Have a good one and stay warm.