So I was starting to read a book about Roadrunners that I picked up at the Desert Botanical Garden so I could be all smart about them to post here, and then you know what hit the fan. And I haven’t picked it up since, but I want to do this post anyway.

For anyone who thinks roadrunners run really fast like in the Looney Tunes Wyle E. Coyote and Roadrunner shows, it isn’t true. I’ve seen them with my own eyeballs in the wild three times. The first time the roadrunner was hanging out in the middle of a red dirt road in Sedona. I said “get out of the way bird!” And Mom said “it’s a roadrunner!” The second time we were headed to some place in Tucson on a quiet side road and one was just hanging out on the side.

And the third time we saw a roadrunner in the wild was this past time when we were at Tuzigoot National Monument in Camp Verde, AZ. I had just come out of the bathroom and lookit who was just hanging around on the wall:

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See it? You wanna closer look? Okay, here you go:

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Right after I took this photo it put its crest up! Now do you want to see it run? Okay, here’s a video!

See, it doesn’t run as fast as the cartoons. At least not from what I’ve seen!

P.S. The red Dodge charger in the first photo was our rental car. Brrumm brrumm, that thing could move.

Poetry, or . . .

One of the things my Mom rediscovered while working her way through my Dad’s possessions is a book of poems that my Dad’s sister wrote. Unfortunately my Dad’s sister died when she was only 52. This is one of the reasons why I always tried to appreciate my Dad every day, because even though he was from a line of people who lived to be quite old, I was always concerned about him given his sister died so young.

Back to the poetry. My Mom has been reading through her poems, and even though they are meant to be fully understood by the author alone, my Mom said she is understanding some of them more than she ever did before. One poem my aunt wrote about grief my Mom decided she will read when we bury my Dad next Saturday (no, it’s not over with yet, believe me, I can’t wait for this part to be done with).

So while my brain was in its creative mode during the night, I wrote something in my head, it’s not a poem, and I don’t know the rules for Haiku, but here it is, I don’t care if I’m following any rules or not (I don’t do rules anyways) – it is VERY meaningful to me.

Tinker Falls
warm summer days
remind me of You

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(Tinker Falls, which I blogged about here, taken on a hike with my Dad and Mom on Mother’s Day 2006)

If you want to understand the ‘Tinker Falls’ line more, please read my blog post that I linked to below the photo.

I am so fortunate to have spent so many warm (hot) summer days in the past few years alone with my Dad working around my parents’ home while my Mom was at work. And while working, he always had stories for me. Those memories will always be cherished in my mind. And I’m having a good cry for myself right now. A good release from the work week, for sure.

Oh, and I guess it’s my one year blogiversary here. For some reason it’s no big deal right now. I’ll be glad when I feel like celebrating everything in life again!

Happy Earth Day!

Happy Earth Day everyone! I’m not going to be planting a tree today (I know, that’s Arbor Day, but planting a tree is good for the earth), but I am going to be working outside pruning trees. Does that count? Well, I think about the earth every day, and try to do my part to conserve, so I won’t feel guilty about not planting a new tree.

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(Old Sugar Maple trees at the South Onondaga Cemetery in Onondaga Co., NY)

Thank you once again for all of your thoughtfulness and concern. I am sooo far behind on my emails and letter writing it isn’t funny. I will try to catch up as I can.

I don’t know if I told you, but when I got back from AZ I was supposed to start a new job (on April 2). Well, Dad had other plans so I delayed it to April 9. Again, Dad had other plans, so I finally was able to start April 16th. So I’m working on a computer all day long from 7 to 3 (loving those hours!) and Friday around 2 I’m all excited, with one hour to go ’til the weekend. Then the manager comes around. “Are you working tomorrow? ” she asks. Hell NO! But I said I could work from 7 to 11. “Well,” she says, “we’re on mandatory 8 hours OT a week.” WTF. DO YOU THINK YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THIS ON MONDAY? I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I calmly told her I would start that next week. She said okay, but I’m sure she wanted me to work 8 hours on Sat. So now, I’ll be going in at 5 and working til 3. I love getting out when the sun is shining brightly, so I’ll drag my butt out of bed at 3:45 (argh!) and drag it into work to start at 5:00. Hopefully she’ll be cool with 10 hours of OT a week. And hey, the money won’t be bad either.

So anyways, working on the computer all day long really makes me NOT want to look at my computer at night. So it’s going to be tough to blog everyday. But I will when my eyeballs can take it! And I’m not working on the weekend again. I need those two days to recharge for the next week.

Oh, and I dreamt about my Dad last night. We were sitting in an auditorium, I went to hold his hand and usually he would hold mine back tight, but he left it straight. And they needed help folding tables and chairs and he didn’t help (he normally would). And some guy talked to him so he answered him back, but when I talked to him he didn’t answer. My Mom said when she dreams about her Mom she is the opposite of what she was in life, just like I dreamt about my Dad. I really think the human mind is very intriguing. She said it was very soon for me to dream about my Dad, that it usually takes quite a while for a child to dream about a parent who has passed away.

So back to Earth Day, what are you doing for Earth Day?

Bandit, the Burrowing Owl

Meet Bandit, the Burrowing Owl:

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I fell head over heels in love with this birdie when he looked me square in the eyes and gave a little hoot. I tried several times to get him to hoot when I was running video mode on my camera, but there was too much background noise. We met Bandit at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum on Saturday March 24 where there was a big display of injured birds (sniff). The group that was presenting the birds they had saved is the Adobe Mountain Wildlife Center.

Bandit was found in Buckeye, Arizona on June 22, 2006 at about 6 weeks old. He has a fractured right wing and right leg. He may have been hit by a car (sniff sniff).

Here’s one of the videos I took of my little love:

I have so much more to share, and will as I get time!

My Dad is improving every day. I’m able to post today because I got up real early. I’m still not going to be able to post regularly for a while. Bummer, because I have so much to share!

Where’s Pam?

So I’m going to need to take an unplanned blogging break here. My Dad is in the ICU in critical condition and to me, besides taking care of myself, that is A #1 priority with me right now. I’ll be back, hopefully soon, and hopefully with good news that he’s on his way to recovery.

I’ll leave you for now with this beautiful flower from one of the cactus plants at Taliesen West.

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I hope everyone enjoys their spring.