kiminorkey

Oh, dear.  Masks.  Some people do not want to wear them.  Possibly because their president finds them weak.  Some people just do not want to do anything that someone else tells them they must do.  This is called being "immature."  Or having "authority issues."  I believe I do have authority issues myself (but I'm not immature, so SHUT UP).  I don't like to do something just because someone else tells me to, especially when I don't respect the person who just told me to do it.  Like our president.

But let's be more positive, shall we?  Masks might be protecting us all a little bit.  But a little bit is good when you're talking about viral load.  Sure, they make it hard to talk so you can be understood, and they fog up my glasses, and they make my ears stick out.  Oh, wait.  I said I was going to be positive.

The best thing about masks is they hide the wrinkles around my mouth.  No one can really tell how old I am. Let's wear masks forever!

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I have been huddling in fear inside my house.  Not really, but I think I need more sunshine.  So this morning I went for a walk on the creek paths in Lemon Wood.  At the bridge at the end of my street (I love saying that), I saw the mother duck in the water of Lemon Lake, so I stopped and looked around for a while until I spotted the ducklings.  I think the mother knows me by now, or at least she knows she has nothing to fear from the humans at LW (we are not duck hunters), and so after a few minutes, she gave the signal and she climbed up the rocks to the road and crossed the bridge with her three children behind her in a nice line right in front of me, just as instructed.  They have no authority issues.

I went down to Ducks Pond, passing Mirror Lake, and the geese were nowhere to be seen.  But I did see a squirrel who climbed a tree so he could look at me eye-to-eye as if to say, "do you have any peanuts?"  I didn't, so he left.

There are two house finches sitting on nests (I presume) in the crevices of our awning.  I can see their little heads from the dining room window.  One day I saw the male come and climb inside with the female, and he was regurgitating food and depositing it into her open mouth.  I haven't seen any babies and they've been sitting quite a while.  "C'mon, get with it!" I say, in an attempt to hurry up the process, but they pay me no mind.  How immature.